What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her ...ead. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips, the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion, touching her. She slide the skin back up my shaft covering the head and took one of her big toes and pushed it under my foreskin and began rubbing the head. the sensation was like non other i had ever expirenced, i was so close then i felt another toes force its way under it was slightly uncomfortable but the pleasure was pure heaven i tryed to hold as she jerked my sensative head underneath with her dirty mature tired feet. untill i screamed"IM CUMMING MUM!!, DONT STOP NOW!!, FASTER, FASTER!! OOOOHHH!!",i. On most occasions, the chats just helped me get off, as I kept chickening out from meeting the guys.I went out drinking with my friends one night and got extremely drunk. The next day I was lying in bed very hung over. I started feeling horny so went onto the text site again. I got to chatting to a guy in his early fifties. He offered to pick me up; as I was hung over I wasn't feeling my usual self and agreed. I quickly got some clothes on and went to meet him where we agreed.He opened the car. "I know, my little honey stick," I said to him, calling him one of my scores of pet names I had for him.We went to the bedroom and got undressed and I collected my bag from the pharmacy, as well as my ditty bag with my 2 sex toys and lubricants. I went into the bath boudoir with Bill in tow, arm and arm. I straddled the bidet to clean myself up proper before the prep. I think Bill felt a little embarrassed as he looked away and wouldn't make eye contact. I told him that if he changed his mind,.