At least her long-braided hair hung out the back indicating that she was a seasoned rider and knew not to allow her hair to fly free and become a tang...led mess. Dave wondered whether he got ‘stud points’ from the drivers he rode next to on the commute with a younger hot babe on his bike.Dave wondered whether Barbara had lured Dr. Marie Thereaux to the Circle for dinner that evening. Contrary to Barb’s hyperbole about what the professor of anthropology looked like, Dave had conjured up an image. It wasn't very long before Tom started teasing me about how he always catches Derrick looking me over. I would joke back to Tom about how Derrick was older then me by 15 years and with that gray starting to show in his hair he probably couldn't even get it up no matter how excited he got. Tom had to remind me that was what I thought about Allison's dad while we were living down in Myrtle Beach (Housesitter Story).But behind it all I was realizing how tempting it was to think about Derrick.. Don kissed down Sharon’s lithe body from her breast towards her labia. A glance at her face when he climbed between her feet showed her puzzled but not resistant. When he kissed her center, she opened her legs more. Her exciting aroma showed that she was already aroused. He licked her to her second orgasm of the afternoon. When it was subsiding, he inserted one finger and rubbed it around her entranceway. The hymen hadn’t disappeared, but it was rudimentary. He stretched it one more time, then. I didn’t mind. It was turning me on a little.After she had ordered a few drinks, she started to open up a little about her loveless marriage. They had been married for about seven years, and she said her son was five. She was staying together for his sake. She told me that he had lost interest in her—and that they hadn’t made love in years.“How do you cope with that? I asked.“I masturbate all the time.”After dinner, we talked for a little while more in the bar, and then went back upstairs. Do.