Tom repeatedly asked me what waswrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I wasacting strangely but could not help myself. ...e tried to make loveseveral times. Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinkingabout that Friday night. The one time we did make love I remembercomparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoyTom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tomfinally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00. “Because you’re old, and you know all about that stuff,” she explained, as she climbed back up on his workbench, “plus, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, even if you are a grouch!” As the little girl lay on her back, squirming into a comfortable position, she held her legs tight against her naked chest. The old man pulled a stool close to her smooth virginal pussy, and sat down, his face just inches from her shiny labia. This puzzled the horny imp. “How are you going to put your thing in me if you. . do you understand, I nod amongst my whimpering... you order me to undress, as I take off each item of clothing I see you watching, you pick up a riding crop and tap my nipples, my thighs and my backside as they become naked.. until I am standing in front of you... my cock betraying my thoughts......you slap my nipple with the riding crop, then grabbing you order me to kneel down, and before I know it you are pushing your foot against my mouth, I pen and start to suck and caress and worship. .I'll be glad to help you." We were in her romm in seconds, and I was taking my pajama pants off. She unhooked the clasp on her bra, and threw it onto me. "When you cum, I want you to fill the cups of this bra so I can wear it today...I want to feel you on the skin of my boobs and my nipples all day long." I wrapped the bra around my red-hot penis and stroked it a few times. "Mmmmm...yeah...jack off with my bra," she said. She walked over to her suitcase, and produced a very plain, but very.