She slipped the cotton panties down and again handed them to him. He turned them so the soaking wet gusset was face up and lifted them to his nose and...again drank in her private smell. 'These are very wet Sylvia....are you very excited...does this old man make you as wet as this?' Even asking this, he put it in a way that was to make her feel that she had instigated this whole episode. ' I'm very excited because you've made me feel happy and I want to please you. You are a very sexy man Mr. ' We started to walk towards the house. When we was in side I played like I was searching for the phone number 'I don't seem to have the number with me,' I said lamely. 'OK,' he said, 'I'll get us something to drink than you can tell me how to get you home.' He led me to the kitchen and poured us both a glass of orange juice, when I sat the glass down, I could not help but gasp at the size of the bulge in his jeans. He looked me in the eye and said to me 'That glass of juice is going to cost. "Please, please make me cum," begged John as he gently fingered her stocking tops and suspenders. Jayne was now using her thumb and forefinger to wank John off. Not fast, not slow but steady and rhythmically. Another button on her blouse had been undone and more stocking top was on show. "I'll make you cum but only with my hand. My pussy is saved for a real man with a real cock. No BJs either. Only a real man can force me to my knees and get me to suck him off. Only a wank for a little wanker. ”She should say no, send him off before another marriage was wrecked. But the possibilities that filled her mind were too strong to deny, and Bianca just sighed.“I need a good hard fucking.”Bruce smiled at that admission, tracing her body with his eyes. Stalking towards her, Bianca couldn’t help but spread herself, showing off that glistening slit, eager for more cock. But Bruce seemed to have his own ideas, dropping to his knees before her.“I didn’t get a chance to taste you, before,” he.