I’m transfixed. I tear my eyes from his mouth, track up along his jaw, his chiseled cheekbones and finally to his eyes. I fully expect to find them ...losed, but no.No, his eyes are wide open.And they’re looking straight at me. Into me. His gaze hits me square in the chest, literally making me physically recoil. My mouth opens in surprise, though I quickly clamp it shut. Blood rushes south. I feel myself stiffen.Fuuuuck. -It’s been a couple of weeks since our last, extremely odd, encounter and. His dense pubes were peppered with grey. His face was ugly and deeply lined,darker than any other part of his body except his dick and balls.He looked back at me with total indifference. It was apparent he didn'tjerk off when he was alone because he wasn't very good at it. All he didwas slowly squeeze that thick cock every few seconds. He would never cumthat way. I decided to help him. It looked like he had a limp six inchesin his hand. Two inches thick. I was drooling.I decided I was going to. Mind you, he’d be ok for me, just the right size, he’d probably enjoy having an older woman teaching him a few tricks. Mum said she’d bought you a new dress, you are so lucky still living at home, it’s so much cheaper.”She rattled the words off at a furious pace. I was used to her non-stop chat, so understood it. Most people had to ask her to slow down so they could understand her. We went down the hall of her flat and went straight to the kitchen. There was already a half drunk glass of white. Several more wads, fired up and then landed back down on to her soft round tits, and as she hadn't stop jerking me, it slowly began to make a sticky wet mess down between her cleavage valley and my hard shaft."Fucking hell!" she gasped before giggling "That was a huge load!" Probably because that was a great tit wank!" I replied with a grin.Bridget still hadn't stopped tit wanking me, and after a few seconds, she leant forward and gave my cock a big suck, cleaning up most of my cum.Then she.