We watch kids playing in the local park. I balk at their attempts to get me to go ice skating. Through it all, one or the other is always holding my ...and or touching my arm. I feel cherished and wanted with them. They listen to me, laugh with me, and are so chivalrous towards me. I keep catching myself looking at them and watching them. Physically, they are my dreams come true — six feet tall, sandy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, luscious kissable lips — all with a perfectly toned and muscled. I was so squishy it felt like I had peed in my pants.Frank sighed as he smelled my pussy and then he kissed it.The feeling was new to me, but oh, so wonderful. I knew I was hooked.He began licking the the crotch of my wet panties up and down, and then from side to side.I bucked my pussy against his face put my hands at the back of his head, pulling his face into my sex.His tongue made slurping noices as he sucked me. It was heavenly and I exploded in an orgasm.But Frank kept licking until I. She got down on her knees and slid her mouth on me and slid up and down on my shaft. I aid play with my balls and she put her hands between my legs to massage them. She had her eyes closed so I said open your eyes, look at my cock as you suck me. She was pretty good but I was going to have more from this than a blow job. I pulled her up and led her to the bed. I lay on my back looking at her and told her to sit on me. She got on top, guided my cock into her and settled down on me, taking it in. Her blonde hair had grown out over the winter and was now shoulder length. With her short, slender body and long hair she was often taken for a young girl from the back, and her spirit would soar with each "bird whistle" she received.Things got a little better for Sara her first summer in London, as she was able to pick up a few small jobs and by the time fall came again, she had her own flat. It was small and she could barely afford the rent, food or heat, but it was far better than another.