She was developing nicely for a 12 year old.I couldn’t quite put my finger on her warm greeting. Mary was the shy, quiet one of the sisters, and sh... didn’t reveal much about herself. That would change in a hurry. After the group settled in, I decided to make a run to the grocery store, intent on buying all the goodies I knew the girls liked. When I asked if anyone wanted to tag along, I was quite surprised to hear Mary say yes. She jumped up off the couch and followed me to my van.“So, how. But I wasn’t quite so dazed that I didn’t feel my cock jump to attention. Lacey had her eyes closed, and she was moaning softly and even grinding her pussy a little into Paige’s soft lips. She had her free hand, the one with her engagement ring on it, wrapped in Paige’s short dark hair, and she was urging her on gently. Paige was obliviously Preoccupied, and so my entry went unnoticed for a few seconds. The muscles in Lacey’s shapely legs tensed as she neared an orgasm, and her breathing was. But that wasn't my first (or my last) experience with an older woman. I think I'll save the biggest age gap story for another time, but it was around 2 years before my first night with Kim (see the first story if you haven't already!) that I had my first taste - quite literally - of a more mature woman. It clearly had an effect on me, because there have been a fair few occasions since when I have had fun with women not quite in the same age bracket as me, ranging from 10 years to 26 years. His smile only grew. A twinkle gleamed in his eye.“What are you doing, husband?” I asked as his hands grabbed my skirt.“You look a little nervous,” he said. “While I think you need to glow.”Greta giggled beside me. “Master, you are going to ruin her dress.”He drew up the satin skirt. It rustled and shifted over my petticoats. I shivered, the heat growing in my pussy. That molten passion swelled. My hands clenched as he exposed more and more of the lacy petticoats beneath.“Let me help, Master,”.