Exhibitionism and a desire to be touched and probed are among those reasons and I sought signs of that in his words. I did not expect to hear that it ...as an aversion to male "authority figures" that drove him to me.I asked a few probing questions that quickly gave me the impression that he had suffered some trauma at the hands of some man or men in his past. He was clearly a bit anxious about being seen by a woman, but he assured me that I was not the first, offered references to his previous. Hiding.” He looked at me sheepishly. “Yeah, Lauren is great. I love her I do, but I just had to get away from the wedding madness for a second.” He pulled out a flask from his pocket and handed it to me. “Need some spirits?” “Oh definitely.” I took a giant swig then grimaced. God did it have to be whiskey?“Easy there tiger. Don’t wanna run out of gas before the reception.”I instantly felt my cheeks get hot. I couldn’t tell if it was being around Max in this setting or the alcohol. Or both.. I forced her body forwards so I could see her puckered hole completely stretched by my cock. Not a single wrinkle was visible, only a large, pink brown collar surrounding my swollen shaft."I... I... I'm coming," she murmured, her words followed by a succession of moans while her body was shaken by violent shudders. I shot a stream of hot cum into her, it felt as if her bowels were sucking my sap. Her body shook then stiffened and then immediately relaxed. I held her tightly, afraid she might. For sixty three, they were extremely firm with just a little bit of sagging on her chest. I was hypnotised by them and couldn’t believe this was really happening. “Does Brad like his granny’s titties?” She teased as my cock twitched. “Yes I do, grandma,” I replied. My response was like music to her ears as she knelt on the bed. I felt my shaft thread between her big, lovely tits as she lowered her chest onto my lap. She then squeezed her boobs together forming a tight grip around my shaft.