She just sat there looking at me in the eyes and smiling, interjecting at the right time, I could swear she was interested in what I was saying. Sex We French kissed. “I do declare, if you were to prepare such a great fare as that Mac and Cheese,
I will be forever in your debt and you forever in my care!”, I said in a british accent, trying to get her to laugh. I only then noticed what she was wearing. Something comes up. I could smell her scent. She was sweet but there was a background smell. After supper, I went to relax in the lounge. I then started thinking about work to allow my mind to stray from what it was focussed on. I could smell her scent. It felt like her pussy was trying to kiss me back. “Do you want me to leave?” She asked. I guess that since I was framed like my dad, with wide shoulder, but rather short at 5ft 10, she felt comfortable around me enough to treat me as more than an equal.(I always considered myself inferior since I was single and she was married).
