Finally the woman slid her hand into her panties and Jennifer greedily followed. At that point, Jennifer released a moan that caught her off guard. It...was so husky, breathy and deep. She had never made a sound like that before. As she continued rubbing her clit, the new moans continued. Instantly understanding dawned on Jennifer. The reason she was so relaxed, so wet and moaning so differently. Lust. Pure and simple. She was giving into the pure sexuality of the moment. Not trying to please. I moved my head down to her pussy and began sliding my tongue in and around her tight little hole as she continued moaning and moving her hips up and down slightly. A few moments later she got up and began to unzip my pants, she continued to take them off and pull my boxers down. She then started slowly rubbing my dick back in forth, and then put the whole 7 inches into her mouth.I couldn’t believe how good she was, I now knew this couldn’t have been her first time. I couldn’t believe it, my. This little scenario has gone on year after year and I knew that it would never change. Then last year I had the surprise of my life. One, I might add, was of my own making. I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting ritual. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it again. I'd been working since before dawn on that Thanksgiving Day in the homeless shelter, helping to prepare the dining room and side dishes for the day's handout.. I can easily count how many times I have had penetrative intercourse since then – counting losing my cherry, it is only eight times. Three were with my current boyfriend, who I actually met during the last summer vacation, when I got a temporary job cleaning rooms at a huge hotel in central London. His name is Harry, and he is Afro-Caribbean as well, and not so different to me in character. It turned out that he is studying at the university in the next city to the north of where I am, just.