Literally. I soon found that my sex life at home had become humdrum and mundane and I craved something more. Excitement. And I found it. Lots of it. I...d never been confident when I was younger, probably due to the d**gs I was constantly consuming. By the age of 40 I'd only been with 5 or 6 people. But then I discovered that women were attracted to me. And I loved the attention. I seriously loved it. I found myself the object of desire for women from the age of 21 to 51. And I took them. All.. That got her. Her eyes closed and her butt clenched reflexively as her breathing quickened. She was very distracted now, but still labored to regain her composure. She uncrossed her legs and leaned over the table, forehead cradled in her hand, trying desperately to focus as her companion described a promising new client. I opened her legs. Her knees raised and spread lewdly. Her lips separated exposing the undulating walls of her vagina. The tongue moved forward, first sliding slowly over her. “Yeah, he’s married to my ex-wife now. Oh and he, they, have custody of my daughter. I get tokenism; they get my baby, oh, and each other.” My bitterness was definitely showing through.“Oh wow!” she said. “So he’s still chasin’ ‘em. I was twenty-seven when I unloaded him. Him twenty-five. Kind of a hit to the old psyche if you know what I mean; I mean his philandering.”“Yeah, I do know what you mean, and for the record I hate the sonovabitch,” I said. “So what are you doing in here?”“Serving. Dipping her hands into the oil again, she placed them on his chest and climbed back up to kneel between his legs. She moved both hands down, tracing a circle on his stomach, moving down between his legs. Then her hands slid gently upwards again, upwards, but this time, she shifted her position so she was leaning close to him. The higher her hands reached, the closer she came, until by the time her hands reached nearly to his wrists, her nipples were brushing against him. Oiled skin against.