She had met him once or twice in passing, mainly when he had collected Sheila, or in the supermarket. Sheila continued “He is a photographer.”“Y...s I know, he did Liz, a friends of mine’s wedding, he’s very good.”“I know, but he also does glamour stuff, you know, men’s magazines, that sort of thing.” Shelia said vaguely. “He’d like to photograph you, he’s told me so, on any number of occasions, he pays well too.”“Me model, no I couldn’t, I am to old for one thing.”“No your not, they want real. " "Sure, hon, sure," and he kept stroking in and out of me as I kept changing angles under him to get the maximum I could from his cock. He took me through three orgasms, he came once and I begged him to keep going, promising that I'd suck him any time he wanted just to fuck me more. After all that, he rolled off me, and asked, "Did you buy some kind of Viagra for women?" I laughed and said, "No, you just won't believe what happened at the mall, today." "The mall, the shopping mall? You've got. She smiled and told hi, then we went inside lift and I asked her for a coffee at my flat, she giggled and asked me whether I know to make coffee or not, I replied I do know. I insisted then she told okay, I welcomed her inside my flat, I told her sit on the couch till then I made her a cup of coffee.I got the coffee for both of us, and she was sipping it and replied that I make a good coffee and I told her my age is 23 and all that. She was happy. Then I asked about her husband, she replied he. Felt probably the even that is not enough and asked me with a grin, ‘Do you mean the hand fit in?’ I groaned, because his hand was able to see them leave was not large but damn wide. …. I took up the challenge and moaned ‘Try it. …’ Said than done, he slid his hand which he had formed into a fist into my now wet pussy, my friend rubbed his excitement his stiff cock and persecuted us in our drive on. D. guided his hand arts, meanwhile, continued from times little something harder collisions …...