She didn’t even choke. I could see her smiling with my cock clogging her airways and she tickled my balls from below with her tongue.“ Let’s go ...nside, “ I said. The short 5’5 freckled mature brunette quickly got up and walked in the house. We reached the living room and the blowjob continued. Older women definitely knew what they were doing. She wasn’t aggressive, she took care of my dick. Teresa slowly massaged my balls in a circular direction while I struggled to not explode in her mouth.“. "That's the thing," I say, "you see, it's not for my wife. I need tobuy a dress for me to wear." (There, I said it)."Oh," she says, and suppresses a slight giggle. She couldn't help butbe honest, before the professional in her took over again."I lost a bet," I tell her (lying). "We bet on the recent basketballfinal, and I lost. So, now I have to attend my wife's book club thisSaturday, as one of the women." (God I hoped that sounded OK)."My wife sent me in here to buy a dress and heels. Amelia could hardly wait to suck them."Let me see her from every angle," said Mrs. Fazio.Holding Courtney's hands over her head, the tall Swede slowly turned her as if she were a ballerina. Or a puppet. With her arms raised, the profile view of her breasts was superb. They jutted out like fat, ripe pears. The rear vista was no less enchanting. Courtney's back was smooth and unblemished, with two symmetrical dimples just below her waistline. And her high round ass, gleaming white in contrast to. I asked her where she was from, and she said somewhere south of Houston. I asked what she was doing for schooling, if she was taking classes at a college somewhere, and to my surprise she told me something that shocked me. She was only fourteen! My mind locked up. Every fantasy that had been mulling around my head, every cry of pleasure I imagined coming from her, was instantly silenced. I gave myself a mental slap in the face for thinking such things. Later that night at the party… After a few.