I averted my gaze, my mouth was feeling dry. Was I being stupid, I was a 53yo woman, I’d seen men of every conceivable age, been intimate with them,...why was this one man bothering me so much?Hurrying on I finished my shop, the mystery man stood and watched as I picked some frozen items, his eyes focussed on my boobs as I bought my bread, he even ran his tongue suggestively across his lips as he stared. Now I was at the check-out, he was two tills away, eyes still fully upon me as he placed his. You place both hands upon my ears and guide my head down to your pussy. I can hear my hear racing. The sound of my heart pounding is broken, by your pillow talk voice saying, “Now lick mommies’ pussy like ice cream. And not just any ice cream. I want you to pretend that it a hot sunny day. You have an ice cream cone in your hand that is melting. So, the object of the game is to lick my hot pussy and keep it from melting. It didn’t take 90 seconds of me being between your legs before you were. I felt the pressure of his tongue, parting my lips and I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue slipped in. It felt huge. “Will you suck me?” he said and without a word, I moved my head down into his lap. I wasn’t nervous anymore, I was excited, filled with anticipation and desire. I had no idea how to suck cock, but I was thrilled that I was about to try! My own young cock throbbed and beated inside my jeans. I reached up and fumbled with his belt and zipper. when he began to undo them I. Both would come to me for a massage once a month, but after several sessions, Jim shied away saying massage really wasn’t his thing and I rarely ever saw much of him after that. Barbara was just the opposite and totally enjoyed being massaged. Barb has been coming to me on a regular basis just to relax. Barbara would dress with motherly type loose fitting clothes and was difficult to realize what she was hiding. After her first massage, I looked at her in a totally different way. She now.