I found that Mrs. Sorensen came to town once a month or so, and was due anytime. I tried to be prepared for what I was going to do.Three days later I ...as loitering near noon looking at some notices at the post office when she opened the door and entered. My heart leapt and skipped a beat and it seemed to stop in my chest. She was incredibly beautiful, gorgeous and glamorous, even wearing cowboy clothes; jeans, riding boots, a red plaid flannel shirt and a cowboy hat that covered her beautiful. Another I know is a collector of bamboo fly fishing rods. Another collects old, vintage road maps of the United States. Like I said, there are all sorts of things that can be a 'hobby.' I have no interest in stamp-collecting, or old tools, or antique fly-fishing poles, or old road maps...but, I do have my own 'hobby', and that's 'collecting' blow jobs! You see? I've been an avid fan of sucking other guys cocks since I was a teenager growing up in Oklahoma back in the 50's!My dad was a. Away from her place and the memories, although incredible, of Darren. Just the two of us and I could think of nothing better than a day at the beach. The warm sun, the hot sand, the sound and smell of the surf. Man, watching Kara’s ass, as she walked down to the water, hips moving side to side, was fucking gorgeous. Her body could make my blood boil. Before the afternoon was even over, we were back in our hotel room, Kara on all fours, my face pushed deep into her ass and pussy. We fucked have. I went to her house on Thursday of the same week and I could see she was so ready for me, she dresses in very tiny shorts and dresses just so I can see her pussy when she lifts her legs in the chair. Whenever she walks up the stairs and I trail behind her I can see all of her parts, the long glistening hair of her pussy, and the tight thighs that seem to go on forever. We talk for a moments and she puts her hand on my chest just to make contact, but I know she wants me, I start to massage her.