Hi Des, Well, as I will not see you for a while I thought I would write and tell you how I got on with Jan. You said she was a challenge....how right you were! The group she was with at the XXXXXX hotel and conference centre seemed to dominate her thoughts, and it was the second day before I could make any real contact. You said she didn't drink much, well, she was doing nicely on the freebies with her company...so I moved in just as they were making 'good-night' noises and asked if she was free to spend a little time with a lonely gentleman looking for some de-stressing conversation. No, it seems, she didn't chat to strangers. I explained that I wouldn't be a stranger if she got to know me, over a drink, or perhaps a coffee....she hesitated, then came back and sat beside me in the now emptying-lounge. Yes, a coffee, but she didn't object when I complimented her on her nice earrings, and started stroking her neck...You never told me that was her prime erogenous zone! She was soon much more relaxed, and I managed to bend the conversation towards the subject of sex. To begin with, I thought my reputation (as you so adroitly put it) as a master lover, was in doubt....she gave me one of those 'dirty bastard' looks and clammed up; then, at my invitation to take a stroll in the night air before bed, she picked up her cardigan and joined me in a little ramble in the hotel grounds. Sitting on a bench, well out of sight of the main building, I asked if I could kiss her goodnight, rather than in the hotel where eyes might be looking...bugger me, she did! Nice and casual at first, then tongues, then real passionate stuff....hands lightly over her dress, along the outside of her thigh, back up to her shoulder, gently under her arm to caress her breast....no resistance!! 'Coffee in mine?' was the question I put when her passion seemed to be well and truly aroused....we ended up in my room...my shirt unbuttoned on the way up, my flies undone....dim lights, we collapsed onto the bed....her kissing became more urgent......my hands were busy, unzip dress, unclip bra, slide down my own trousers and pants.....then the camisole...couldn't get it off so she was fucked still wearing it...hairy cunt, a little unwashed, tight labia, finger-resistant, until I used a lot of saliva....offered her my rigid cock, declined (?) but happy for me to bite her nipples...tried to get her into doggy, but no, like you said, missionary only.....hell of a job to get my knob into her cunt, kept pushing me away. I asked why she didn't want my cock to pleasure her, as it hadn't been inside such a gorgeous love-hole for years.....she replied that she didn't want any spunk inside her (she called it semen....where did she grow up??) So I agreed that I would not cum inside her (shame....would have loved you to know she had been filled with my seed). I fucked for ages, using every variation I know, but little real response....I had been pumping her so hard for so long that I had to cum......I pulled out, moving towards her face and mouth....no way!! 'Not on my face' she shouted.....so I blew my not insubstantial load of hot milky cum all over her tits, rubbing it in with my still-hard cock. And that, basically was that. She dressed and left, and blanked me at breakfast next morning. When you asked me to give her a good seeing-to, I never realised it would be such hard work. Anyway, see you soon for that drink you owe me.....better start looking for a new woman, old mate!!