"God I want this now!". With his left arm slung around my body he lifted me up a bit, his right hand guided his hard cock until it's tip pressed again...t my wet pussy lips. Slowly he lowered me, increasing the pressure his cock exerted on my most sensitive parts. I started to beg hysterically: "please, no!! please, don't do this, please!!!" I felt his cock parting my pussy lips, stretching them - and then more painful pressure. "it's too big, pleaaaaase!" Suddenly his cock slipped, he let me. In short—I like being around them.Okay, I could see she wasn't young: She was no longer in her twenties, nor, would she ever see her early thirties again. Even though I was fairly sure, she was probably approaching forty—she still intrigued and fascinated me. In short, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.(Ever seen someone that you wanted to meet so badly you couldn't come up with a way of doing it?)She has real class, I thought to myself. How can I meet her without giving the impression I'm coming. "he answered. His voice was polite and friendly sounding so she nudged the door open a crack. She looked up at him. He was very tall. And had a nice face. He looked to be in his late 30's or maybe 40, no more than that. He had brown hair and a long black raincoat over jeans and a black tee shirt. Black boots.He smiled at her as she opened the door. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you so late at night. I'm sure you were in bed." he said as his eyes looked her over.She was even sexier than he. She was taking an adult creative writing course at the local community college and was stuck, at the moment, trying to write a short story assignment. She was always so unpleasant when something frustrated her. He tried to not take it personally, but he could not help empathically feeling some of her pain. He put his book down and stood up and walked over to her and asked, "What's wrong, Darling?" "I can't do this. I have no good ideas." "Oh, I have too much faith in you to believe that." "It's.