His balls were hairy, too, not like my little shaved ones. There was no doubt, he was the stud and I was the pussy boy, not just from the clothes I wa... wearing but from the size of our sex tools. I wanted to suck his cock really good like mom did and make him want to give me hundreds of dollars a night to sleep with me, too. A girl likes to know a man appreciates her, you know? I licked the big head of his cock all the way around like a hungry little slut while I looked up in his brown eyes so. I could not take it any more. I shot come all over my own stomach. This time Betsy licked it up running her tongue all over my upper torso. "What are we going to do now? You came before I got a chance to suck you off. For that we need to punish you." I thought what else could she do to me. To my dismay I say what she had planned. She had a butt plug the size of a small pair. "There is no way you are going to be able to get that in my ass, bitch," I told her. "We'll see about that." And with. Not yet that is of course. However, she stood up. I grew anxious as hell, and then she removed it. She took off her gown. Holy fuck I told myself! Holy freaking shit! My eyes bulged. I knew she’d see that as I looked at this older woman’s body. Get a load of her figure. Her breasts, that thin waistline, her amazingly awesome looking hips as well, and a body, I thought, was to die for. And she was now 61 years old. She knew that I loved what she was wearing and showing off as well. “Let me go. Through the thick folds of material that made up my wedding dress I could feel Dave's cock begin to inflate. Dave put his hand against my cheek. I stepped, breaking our embrace. I took his hands in mine. "I'll always have feelings for you, Dave," I said, "but right now you have to leave. I can't get caught talking with my ex-boyfriend before my wedding." I understand," he said. He looked me up and down again. "Before I go, do me one small favour."I shot him a dirty look but before I could say.