I am Satya from Varanasi UP, I am a regular reader of ISS and like it so much. This being my first story I would like to introduce myself first. I am ... horny guy who needs sex every day. If I do not get chance to fuck a female then I masturbate to ease myself. I have strong dick of 7 inches with enough thickness. I can fuck two, three times daily if a good looking girl or lady is there.Apart from that a hungry lady who needs sex if comes I can give her all out satisfaction, but she again has to. She squatted over top of my rigid d*** and slowly lower herself down onto it taking it a little deeper each time she squatted down further this went on for ten or so minutes watching her boobs bounce up and down and the sound of her wet p**** pumping up and down on my d*** shit I was having the best night I could remember for better than 2o years being a middle aged man I was a little surprised I was lasting this long and still able to blow huge loads. like I was.I could tell she was slowing. . you know ... sexual feelings and not be able to do something about them." Mark hung his head. He looked frustrated and dejected.Janetta looked at him. Mark was a nice looking man. He was a little on thin side, but with beautiful expressive brown eyes. His whole demeanor was almost boyish in some ways. He kind of looked like a lost little boy. He looked up at her. She could see the anguish reflected in his eyes.Patiently she told him, emphasizing her words, "Mark listen to me. Masturbation is. From that point on, it was game on. We were fucking like bunnies, pretty much whatever chance we got, as teenagers will do. Learning about each others likes/dislikes/bodies, the works. She told me years later how she'd be sitting in class and looking around the room at everyone else, wondering how many of them were having sex, and feeling pretty damned good about herself that she was, well, more "adult" then them. Hell, the things you think about when you're 16...So, anyway, we stay together.