Carmella Hernandez was a 40 year old fourth generation Mexican-American woman who lacked any kind of accent. She weighed 77 kg and was 175 cm tall. He... hair was wavy, parted in the middle and not a single one was grey. Her bust was modest but her nipples were enormous, standing out against her scarlet blouse. She wore black leggings that highlighted her meaty thighs, and expensive heels that clearly hurt her feet. We made small talk about our jobs, pop culture, sports and BDSM over five pints. But if you don’t stop ogling it as it wiggles down the street with our son, I may find it unnecessary to suggest we go upstairs”Like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell, the word ‘upstairs’ made him turn away from the window immediately and chase her upstairs. Both wondered briefly if Woody was getting sex from this fantastic looking girl who had just turned up. His mother hoped so; his father, still stuck in the ‘he’s an asexual nerd’ groove, assumed ‘no, not likely’. Then they. He watches greedily as i suckle his cock, making love to it, it disappears again into my lips. Then i pull back up and press the glistening wet head against my lips, paint my lips with his oozing precum and i look up at Him and smile a morning greeting to him. Then slide down onto His shaft. His turgid cock lodging into my throat, and i grunt and he holds my head down gently, tiredly.Then i slide my mouth back up over the veiny shaft. My lips circling his tip gently, he bucks up toward my lips,. You can't hide it, it's only natural. Hell, there are a couple of older women I do on a regular basis around here, and you probably know them" Paul stated proudly."How, uh.. who?" Rose asked."Uh uh," Paul said abruptly, "I don't fuck and tell, never have and never will. That's why I keep so busy, because women trust me. Being discreet is the least I can be in return." But you... well you screwed Debbie right in front of me. That wasn't very fair to her" Rose snapped."You're right, it wouldn't.