Sharon wasn't as drunk she usually was when she went cock hunting, for she wanted to savouring these stolen moments--moments when she didn't have to f...el guilty about not being a woman, about not taking proper care of Jan. Somehow, fucking some guy she'd picked up didn't seem so bad when she, did it out of town. That's why she, travelled a lot.When they arrived at his hotel, though, Daisy Chain Sharon knew this would not be a normal quickie, the kind she'd had so many times in the past. First. .I ate already but thanks.Sit down I’m watching a movie. She sits close, her leg touching mine, I had on light pants, my cock grew looking at her and she noticed. She slid her hand down and started stroking me through my pants. What are you doing? I laughed Idk I thought that’s what you wanted? To fuck me? Yeah I really do! I have since I was younger. Your body is magnificent. I’m 53 she laughed. It’s not that great.Are you k**ding look at those tits and your ass is amazing.You really think so?. ..”She looked at my body, “you are fifteen right?”I nodded and she pressed against me, “ten nights you can have me?”I looked back down the hall before I nodded, “okay.”She kissed me passionately and pressed against me, “come down to the lower viewing lounge when you finish.”Trying to pee when your cock is hard takes time and is not easy. When I walked into the lower viewing lounge Misty was naked. It was dim, there were no lights in this room. I moved towards the large armored window she was. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat.