Then again, I was never that good at reading sexual cues. Porn sex She was an attractive woman. Imagine the excitement of a first night, married with the comfortable intimacy that comes with familiarity and experience. This would have to happen over a period of months and I started packing my books and any articles that would fit in my car. “As a matter of fact,” she added “There’s no daylight between thinking and doing. You may as well have done the deed.”
“Indeed” I responded and dropped the topic. She wasn’t slim, but she carried herself well and seemed comfortable in her skin. I removed her slacks, lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. Her scent was intoxicating. I lifted her blouse and caressed her skin. I wasn’t (nor am I) that confident about my sexual prowess, besides I take sex seriously and need to have a real connection with my partner. “I’m not trying to get into your pants or anything” I said, “It’s just dinner.” She laughed. I continued to lick and explore her ass with my tongue for longer than I think she could stand it. I like it. ” We can’t have someone like you leaving town.” It didn’t occur to me to ask what she meant by that.