I squeezed her right butt with my left hand and kept rubbing and squeezing it. She hugged me tighter and kissed me passionately. This woman was starvi...g. After rubbing her clit for a few minutes, I lifted her and took her to the couch. I made her lie on the couch on her back. I pulled off her tights. I knelt down in front of her. She was not wearing a panty. I spread her legs and put them on my shoulders. I started kissing her inner thighs, squeezing her breasts with my left hand. My right hand. " She paused while she thought back over her sexual history, and took another sip of her beer, then turned to face me again."But you ... I don't know what it is with you, but you seem to be able to do all of those things at once. You dominate me, you fuck me, you take pleasure from me ... but you also make me come like a bomb going off, and you make sure that I enjoy myself at least as much as you do." Another sip of her beer. "I ... I was right to tell you that you could have me anytime you. The weight-conscious Mrs. Weinstein ordered a salad, but she told us the fettuccini Alfredo was good, so we both ordered it.During the meal, Mrs. Weinstein asked about my family. I explained I was living with my brother and his wife. Her pinched face and large brown eyes looked sadly back at me."Oh, are you parents dead, then?" No, they're not dead."She nodded. "I see. Divorced, then." No, actually, Mrs. Weinstein," I began, and squirmed in my seat. "Actually, they're in the process of winding. Tim could clearly see the camera pointed at his horrendous, stiff growth; of course encouraging him to finish. “Harder boy, show some vigor”, Tim heard the camera man and of course it instilled enough of the striving in Tim’s grips to massage the already excited cock in his hands. Having edged enough already, Tim could not fight the hard throbs and intensive shuddering in his cock; taking him even closer to the cascading of his orgasm. He felt his shaft swell much more and even the length.