.I need to cuuuuummmm." I grab her pulling out of the chair, pushing onto the bed on her back. I spread her legs wide and climb between them. My huge ...ock head sticky looking, moves across her wet mound like flaming torch, sending burning sensations through her. Oh God, what kind of woman am I? she thought, as she begins to move her pelvis up and down against my cock head. She is so hot that it didn't really matter as long as I made love to her. My long nine inch cock as thick as two soda cans. I did not want becoming pray to strangers.Yes, Sally I know your feeling. It was thoughtful of you leave Jennie with me.Yes, I had trusted you.We had an excellent sea food and choicest drink. Till late evening we were sitting watching the tides of the sea. She was almost mesmerised enjoying the sound of waves in her skimpy dress. I was fondling her and continued doing so until the coast guard warned us, its time to leave this place as there is possibility of high tides due to unmanageable. Our tongues were together in each others mouthes. His hands were moving up my sides, brushing my breasts as we kissed. I broke the kiss first. He looked at me, about to speak, but I held my finger over his lips. Then I knelt in front of him, between him and his desk, on the floor in his office like I'd always wanted. I put my hands on his knees, spreading his legs in front of me. My fingers moving up his thighs to his belt. I undid the buckle, and the button, and finally unzipped his pants.. The thought of being taken by a filthy old man was a natural extension of my new fetish. It made me crazy with lust to know that my clean young body would be fouled by some grubby old guy’s sweaty cum encrusted cock.But that’s what I did.I crossed over when I saw this dirty old guy lying by a storage area in an isolated part of City Park in East Denver. He was lying there in an old shirt and pants with one of those funny looking short brimmed old caps on. I swallowed nervously and.