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END OF STORY One morning after shopping, while sipping a short black in a coffee shop in a fashionable beach side suburb, a woman who I had met socially a few times came and sat beside me. We discussed the usual mundane topics middle aged woman do, like the weather, children, interest rates, houses and similar trivial topics. ‘Would you like to come and see our new house. It has a terrific view over the bay,’ Denise asked with a broad wide smile, taking me by surprise. For the first time I looked very closely at her, taking in her appearance, and very all casual indian but expensive and understated clothes. Even in her ‘dressed down’ look Denise was a very good looking woman, and it was obvious she had sex a well kept figure under her clothes. ‘Why not,’ I smiled. ‘Lead the way in your car and I will follow you.’ Ten minutes later we were admiring the view from the sun deck. ‘ I love sun bathing here on days like this,’ Denise said, watching me very closely, as she undid two buttons at the top of her blouse. ‘In summer I love to get an all over tan. This summer has been good. hot My tan is the best I have had in years.’ I almost felt that Denise was daring me to to ask her to show me just how good her tan was. Instead I asked, ‘Show me the rest of the house?’ Denise took my hand and led me back inside. I was intrigued by the way she took my hand in her long fingers, but surprisingly did not feel sexy uncomfortable about it. As we walked through the rest of the house Denise ‘accidentally’ rubbed against me several times, each time taking my hand again, as if for reassurance. While this was going on I looked at Denise even more closely than I had before. She made the most of looks which depended on her brilliantly sun tanned skin contrasting with her fair, blondish hair, which she wore down to her shoulders. She had long well formed legs, it seemed from the tight fitting white cotton slacks she wore, and a very good, firm and well formed arse. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a number of buttons undone, I could see an exquisite cleavage and obviously good size tits. As I looked even more closely at her blouse it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra and that her nipples were very erect against the soft silk. I had never had an affair with another woman, but must admit to fantasizing and wondering about one, on a number of occasions in the past. At that particular moment the thought of Denise making a pass at me was a very exciting prospect. The tour progressed as Denise pointed out the Adam mantelpiece, Waterford glassware, Persian rugs, Chippendale dining suite, and next the master bedroom, with views over the bay. Denise sat on the edge of huge four poster bed with a canopy over it. ‘Come and sit her and admire the view with me,’ she asked with what I thought was an edge to her voice. As she extended her hand I took it and joined her on the bed, not altogether sure of myself and wondering deep down what all this might be leading to. At the same time part of me was saying, ‘go with the flow if she makes a move.’ I kept telling myself to admit the prospect of something like this happening was something I had been wanting to try for a long time, and perhaps this was to be the day. Fate is bigger than all of us my husband used to say. Idly as I absorbed the view Denise licked the fingers on my right hand, her movements becoming more rapid. Next she circled my palm with a very wet finger. ‘Like the view?, she said boldly unbuttoning another button on her blouse with her free hand as I watched, unable to speak. By now her blouse was held closed by just one button at its base and I could feel myself becoming excited by the the sight of her gorgeous cleavage, and as she moved I could see all her tits and the very erect nipples on each. Denise kept circling my palm, sending unmistakably explicit messages and signals. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ Just like a man would, Denise then put one arm around my waist while she bent and brushed my neck with a series of little, very wet kisses. ‘I can stop if you want me to ... No? Good.’ ‘Let’s start by getting rid of your shoes,’ Denise said kicking them off. Now looking VERY confused. He’s hot a Wildman. Not a full-on hahah but a kind of strained laughter. My back arched as I sank down his sexy dick. sex Tim had been there, and then he was gone, and the forest, indian filled with screams and gunfire, was once more silent. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he inched his cock into me. He stopped at all my hymen. Love, Mom.” Both women smile. In went the second finger. My raging hard on was on full display. I looked her over. Art almost whispered.