Finally, I could no longer stand it so I just asked her, "Why are you doing this with an old man when you could have someone so much younger?" "Well w...at if I say, you're the only one in the room would that be OK?" What more could I say beyond that's fine with me and we went back to making out.As I mentioned earlier I had been out of the dating game for quite some time so I let Whitney take the lead, hoping it was all right with her. Well this young lady seemed to have no problem with being the. She picked up on that immediately and undid the top button on my slacks, then pulled down my zipper. Within seconds, she had my erection in her hands and was stroking me nice and slowly."That feels very good. What can I do for you?" I asked."What would you like to do?" she challenged in that sexy tone she used often."I'd like to give you a couple of orgasms with my tongue. Have you ever had anyone treat you to oral sex?"She pulled back in surprise. "No ... never. You'd do that?" I'd love to.. She took another spoonful of soup, but didn't put it in her mouth. The fish floating there in the broth seemed so strange. Fascinating, really. She stared at it as the broth slowly dripped into her lap. She smiled.The sun had set when at last something else caught her attention. It was a voice. A vaguely familiar voice."English! Look at me!" Caroline looked to see that Wachea was the speaker. With him was an old, heavily-tattooed man bearing a staff, and the four men of the watch who had taken. I hadn't seen her in just the panties before. I could hardly breathe."Do you like them?" she asked. She turned her ass toward me, looked over her shoulder, and grinned."The question is, did Michael?" I asked."Of course not! At least, not like this. I promised we wouldn't fuck. Oh, come on, let's go to bed. I'll tell you everything."She seemed so full of energy, like a kid on Christmas morning, flitting from room to room, turning off lights and the TV. When she returned to the bedroom, she.