I reach down with my right hand and firmly place my hand between your legs, cupping your warm moist mound. I massage your pussy as my lips close on yo...r earlobe. You let out a loud sigh and moan. I feel the palm of my hand becoming wet with your juices as I continue to massage. As I pull my hand backward my finger dips between your pussy lips.I reach up and touch your hands with mine then slowly trail my hands down the length of your arms to your shoulders, you start to drop your hands but I. She and Tom carried on sucking till neither I or my wife had anything left to give then we all lay on the bed together, recovering. As Tom wasn’t in any hurry to get home, we decided to have a meal before we carried on with the fun so we went next door to The Texas Roadhouse for a steak dinner. This decision led to an amusing interlude to our fun. While Hazel got ready to go out, Tom and I went down to the bar for a drink to wait for her. It was happy hour so the bar was pretty full. As we sat. So should you Leon stifled a laugh. I remembered the huge cotton diaper I was wearing. With as much dignity as I could muster, I turned around picked up a pillow from my bed and launched at him, my feathery weapon thirsty for revenge. Leon was quicker and met my blows with his own pillow and we duelled across the room throwing bedsheets and blankets at each other. Soon the sweat returned to my brow and Leon was panting too. I raised my pillow with and with all my might swung a vicious arc at. She was barely five feet tall and looked like a model for The Waifs, that series of pictures of very young girls with big eyes and lonely expressions on their faces. She made the first advances because, as she told me, You look a lot like my daddy. I was thirty-eight and knew I was at least twenty years older than she. As with all too many lonely people, within a week we were sleeping together. When the rent on her room came due she moved in with me. She had an extensive sex education and.