She’s eighteen, the invitation came from her, and my wicked brain has been in turmoil since the Kat incident, wishing that I had had fewer scruples.... move across the moral threshold of her bedroom door and sit down.“This is wrong,” I tell her, “what would your mother say, and what about our age difference?”“My mother wondered why you didn’t do us both last time you were here; and Kat for that matter. As for the age difference, they say it’s only a number, don’t they?”I think that was the last. I could tell this wasn't his first time. He looked me in the eye and began undoing my zipper. I was already hard from the sheer anticipation of what I was allowing to happen. He reached through my zipper and pulled my briefs down. Then worked my cock out in to the open. His hands were cool and dry. They were incredibly soft. He stroked me a few times. It was an incredible sensation. He leaned forward and took the head in his mouth. After the coolness of his hands, his mouth felt like a hot. We almost always hit a nude beach, no tan lines for us.I took the time that Bree was away the first time to paint, something as a business owner I didn't get to do as often as I would like. I'd go into work, make sure everything was going smoothly, and leave for the day.My friends told me I looked at the world through different eyes. As I said before, I saw things others never noticed. Once, when we were traveling, we stopped to get gas and I had to use the facilities. The floor was painted. He didn't have to ask twice. He stood up in front of me as I sat down. Let his shorts fall to the ground and I got the entire picture of this beautiful man. One hot body to go with a beautiful cock. I sat with my thighs spread so he could stand closer to me and I'd have easier access to that beautiful thick piece of daddy meat. He grabbed my head and placed his cock in my mouth and started face fucking me. He picked up the pace til he was drilling my mouth like a piston. He told me to keep my.
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