Barbara looked up at him, her eyes filmy with desire. The hurt of seeing Carl with someone else was behind that desire. She trembled and bit her lip in a bashful manner.

In that one unguarded moment, Jeff saw into Barbara's soul. "If you want to stop, we can leave."

She shook her tend, her hand slipping up and down the length of his prick. "No," she whispered, meaning it, not just for revenge, but because Jeff made her feel like a woman again. She wanted him; her cunt ached for him. "I want to, Jeff. I want to do everything with you."

"Then lick my cock and relax." He worked his belt open and dropped his pants and shorts to give Barbara room to feast on his hard cock.

She giggled like a schoolgirl and pushed him back on the bed. She quickly skimmed off his pants and shorts. "If you want me to lick you, you'll have to be stripped."

She worked his socks and shoes off as Jeff took his suit coat, shirt and tie off. He threw them across the room, where they landed on the floor. She saw his clothes, crumpled in a heap. Hesitantly, she stood in full view of his horny gaze. She was shy about him seeing her half naked, but she wanted to overcome her fear of being old.

"You can't leave your clothes all over the floor like that," she said, giving him an innocent wink. Her checks blushed as she walked across the room, swinging her ass wrapped in tight orange bikini panties, her high heels giving her long sexy legs added length.

"You look fabulous, Babs, fabulous!" he groaned. His cock was throbbing incessantly for her. "Fab… u… lous!"

Barbara blushed, a hint of her old confidence returning. She bent over to pick up his clothes, feeling his burning eyes on her. She hold the erotic pose for a second, then straightened up and arranged his dailies neatly over a chair.

She turned toward Jeff, still blushing. "NOW for your cock," she whispered, strutting back to him, her tits swaying, her hips rocking. The classy lilt was returning to her walk.