Wrong!Once he got to my nipples I was a goner. By then my pussy was clamoring to be filled and I was really saying to myself “Oh hell, why not?”He...was a pretty damn good cocksman, even though I haven’t had anything new to compare since I was wed. I’d been around a bit before I met my husband and had forgotten how exciting a brand-new visitor between your legs can be. He was surprised when I wouldn’t un-clamp my legs after he shot his wad and insisted he keep on making me feel good. I got two. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. "Not too bad for a white boy." I just laughed. I had never had complaints. I doubted I would tonight. Now it was her turn to strip. I helped, and caressed that soft, brown flesh as she shed what little she was wearing. Her bra and panties were missing. I knew that she needed cock. This told me how much. I began sucking a hard nipple on an ample breast and probed her wet pussy with a finger. She was moaning and rubbing up against my hand. "Stop Peter. I. The request seemed to surprise her a little. But without saying anything she looked down, grabbed the bottom of her tight workout shirt and pulled it up and over her head. “You want to see these?” She dropped the shirt to the ground, and began playing with them. They were gorgeous. They didn’t look fake, but they also looked too nice for a woman in her 60s. Her ass may have been so-so, but her stomach was flat and toned. She looked up at me and took my hand, placing it on a tit. I began. We were down to the part where Ms. Sparks has just spanked me. She was rubbing my butt when she slid her hand between my legs and felt my cock.Ms. Sparks says: “Spike, you really were texting those pics of your penis to these girls, weren’t you?”Spike says: “Yes Ma’am, and you’re the first woman to grip my cock with your hand.”Ms. Sparks says: “I never actually gripped your, uh, penis. I merely touched you down there, then slid my fingers over it again, to be sure it was your cock - I meant to.