I liked nubile bodies in my bed, and I usually dated women younger than me. If I had what you would call a “girlfriend” it was Claire back home in...Montana. She was more like a friend with benefits. She was 33, divorced, no kids, and had told me many times she could make us exclusive if I were to make the commitment. At the moment, we were happy with the way things were, and she didn’t beat me over the head with a commitment stick. I knew she wouldn’t wait forever, but I still felt there were. " Only if you want to." I do." OK, I'll massage your shoulder..."Jeannie nodded, inside her body turning into a furnace. Her legs were failing her. Was this the moment she had waited for all her life? Was tonight the night? She'd had so many letdowns. Life is hard... Life isn't easy... She tried to convince herself this was just a promise of a simple massage. Jeannie shook her head. She didn't want to think about it. It would most likely be another letdown.Self-consciously Jeannie changed into. Being one of the longest standing residents in the "hood" we are often asked to "bring in the mail/feed the pets” when they go out of town. Of course I always volunteer and make sure to go over when I can spend some time snooping around the house. Here is what I have found. I am using initials to avoid detection::J.A.:No sex toys, but a few years ago, she lost a lot of weight. One night she left the blind in her dining room open just enough that I could see in. She came into the dining room. I squealed when he held me there tight, the length of his erection against my ass.“Do you like it there, or would you rather it here.” He said as his hand vanished beneath the hem of my skirt and found me wet, pliant.I groaned and rubbed against him harder, as he finger-fucked me.He abruptly stopped his delicious torture between my legs and cuffed me, the way they cuff criminals, and put me in the back of his cruiser. He followed behind and pounced on me. Straddling my hips with his, forcing.