There was about three feet between the table and the door. The door had a one-way mirror so that they could see out but no one could see in. An interc...m button would allow the booth to communicate with the waitress when they wished to place another order.The bouncer at the door would check identifications to assure that everyone was twenty-one years old as required by law. Booths were reserved for groups of six only while the open floor was for the others. My told the bouncer to suggest that. Same day around midnight I received a text from the same lady and the conversations as below:L – Hey wassup?Me – Justing trying to sleep.L- You sleep early?Me – I do. But maybe not now since you are online.L – Why? You don’t have a girlfriend? Why do you want to chat with elder women?Me – I broke-up with my girlfriend. I said I feel much older means much experienceL – What experience?Me – Everything in life.L- Interesting.Me – For me too.L – Don’t you have experience?Me – I do. Since I broke up. " Now I was very excited. I didn't have much time to think about it however, as Stacy yanked down her panties and walked over to me. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down in front of her. As she did that she swung her leg onto the bed, giving me access to her dripping pussy. Grabbing my hair, she forced my mouth onto her waiting cunt. "If you want me to act like a slut again then you better let me cum all over your face first," Stacy said as my tongue delved deeper into her. "Make. She giggled as the towel slid up and down my shaft. I managed to last five minutes or so, then the cum that had been left in my balls after my first orgasm shot into the towel.After Carol left, I vowed that I would have no further sexual contact with her. I shuddered to think what might happen when my cock started thinking for me. I doubted my ability to resist her ample charms. However, my resolve only lasted a few days. As I lay on my bed masturbating, I remembered how good my daughter's hand.