Now I was in heaven. I stood there looking at thir underwear and I was getting pretty damn hard. While doing this my sister's friend said to her that ... was enjoying it too much and that I should have to strip down too. I objected (again, dumb-ass!), but they insisted, so there I stood with my poor little hard-on. I finally said that my sisters friend's ass stuck out more, and thought that was it. But they said that they wanted to know why the little pervert (me!) had a hard-on. I tried to say I. I was getting so excited as I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them. I put them on the bench and quickly stripped off my sweater. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I wanted to run home and cry as I dropped my sweater on the bench."Can I have my slut clothes now?" I asked. I really needed to wear them."You know you never wear underwear with your slut clothes. You have to take them off first." Jamie addedI didn't want to do it, but something inside me told me she was right. I couldn't. One was a little older than the two of us at 42 years old, a very athletic guy with a nice seven-inch cock. The other was younger at 19; his cock was slightly larger and thicker, but he was circumcised and this, for me, was a massive plus. We decided we would meet the younger guy. Since we wanted this to be a special evening, we arranged a hotel reservation for the night. The hotel we chose was a place in Blackpool, a place where lots of our sexual encounters had already taken place. Everything. In lingerie, she felt more like the knock-out young woman she had once been, rather than the “handsome” fifty-five-year-old she had become.She was still very attractive. Since her divorce, she had not lacked for the romantic or sexual company of men her own age. She took her pleasure with such men when it suited her. But “Adonis” triggered her. His youthful, sinewy body. His ever-hard cock. She realized she longed for a young stud like that. She wished she could go back in time and bed all the.