I had her come back to me and pushed back the years until she looked as she had before. I stood, looking down into her eyes.Eve, I could have had you...in any way, at any time, anywhere without any resistance from you, but I have found such liaisons unsatisfying. Other in the demonstration a moment ago, I have never controlled you. Struck you, forced you? Of course, but never controlled your mind.”She slowly nodded, as I watched emotions play across her face.“Open my trousers and take me in. “Who’s playing?”“The Atlanta Falcons and the San Francisco 49ers,” he said, groaning as we squirmed on him.“Who are we rooting for?” I asked, grinding my rump into his crotch. I felt something swelling on the edge of my butt.“Er, the Falcons,” he said. “Can’t root for the 49ers, can we?”“Nope,” I said. I had no idea why. But if that’s what Daddy wanted, that’s what we would do. “Which team’s the Falcon?”He groaned as I stared at the TV. The players were lining up for kickoff. My hand slid down. She had bad breath. Taking my face in her hands she quickly pulled me down to her soft pussy. This was different, she was shaved bald. “Oh, Honey, please eat me,” she moaned. Her bald pussy was so very soft; I could only imagine how it looked. Moving my tongue up and down her slit, she screamed the moment my tongue entered her and touched her clit. “Oh, God that feels so good, please lick my juices clean.” Her intense passion was turning me on. Keeping her pussy in my face she moved her body. I didn’t think I was much to look at, but the men on my apps thought otherwise. Maybe I’m just used to my features. I don’t know, but one man described me as a young Paul Newman, which in my mind was an amazing compliment; he’s always been my biggest old Hollywood heartthrob.Yet despite all the work I put into making my profiles the best they could be, whenever my conversations with guys turned toward meeting up, I would chicken out. I knew I wanted to be with a man, but there’s a big.