Did that change anything?As I caressed my stiffening nipples through the nylon, I tried toimagine it was a guy doing it, specifically, Ken. Cupping my...breasts andlightly squeezing them, I closed my eyes and wondered what thedifference would be between my memories of my wife's soft lips suckingthem and Ken's male mouth.Would his larger hands feel different as they rubbed my ass through mypanty? I knew my cock had gotten hard but I ignored it. I began towonder what being kissed by him would be. His stride is manly and he walks as if his balls are too big between his legs. (They are, too!)If you’re a woman, you probably have done this yourself. You meet some man and WHAM! You imagine him inside you before you can even say, “Nice to meet you.” With Willis, I was a hormonal teenager all over again the first time I met him. Gavin got it wrong when he said there were no hormonal urges at our age. I had hormones in my panties every time I was with Willis. Wet hormones. Really wet hormones.. She was divorced and lived with her son who was in his twenties. We chatted socially and she knew I was divorced. I was in my early thirties and I think she was in her mid fifties. She was interested in me and my life style and often asked me about my social and love life. We became quite friendly and had a common bond in that her manager was failing which she knew it as did I.She was quite tall maybe 5 foot 7 or 8 and probably weighed about 180 to 190 pounds. She was heavily built – with wide. Mene apna lund uski chut pe set kis or dhire dhre dhaka dnee laga par virgin hone ki wajah se 3-4 try k baad bhi nhi gaya.Meine fir thoda thook lagaya or fir se try kia is bar mera topi andar gai or wo machlne lagi pain se usne mujhai roka par me kahan sunne wala tha me to or andar dalta gaya or 3 shot me pura lund andar dal dia wo rone lagi or uski choot se khoon ane laga thodi der me ruka or usko thanda kia or fir se mene dhire dhire chalu kia stroke marna.Ab wo ladki ko bhi maza aane laga.