He had a square, closely-shaven face with an energetic lower jaw. He gave me the impression of someone who is used to hearing 'Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Cert...inly, Sir. Sorry, Sir.' and never any disagreement.I'm not very good at estimating the age of women and Roxanne was a particularly difficult case. All I could say is that she probably was quite a bit older than she looked and that she spent a lot of time and money on looking younger than she really was. Anything between 25 and 45 seemed. He no longer stands motionless before you. Suddenly he is upon the bed, climbing up it until his face reaches yours. But, aside from the barest touch of his leg on yours, you have yet to make contact. He holds himself above you, and the nearness of his energy fills your senses, as though you were caught in the middle of a rocket blast. The thundering noise of it. The infernal heat of it.You feel tears form in your eyes. You weep, as every sense surrenders to the relentless assault of his. "Shit!" She exclaimed.She just stood there and watched me masturbate. Eventually, she sat down and pulled the chair closer to me. I was standing in front of my sons bed. She put her legs up on the bed, one leg on either side of me and slid back into the chair. She lowered her hand and plunged it into the mound of hair between her legs. I could hear the sounds of her wetness as she rubbed herself. This made me go over the top. I stroked myself faster as I watched 2 of her fingers disappear. I want to check you for wires."Dan turned her so that she was facing away from him and, before she knew what he was doing, he unzipped her dress and slipped his hands inside the dress as if looking for a wire. He moved his hands over her bra covered tits and then held her against him while he used the other hand to check for a wire between her legs. She gasped as his fingers brushed her clit. She hadn't worn panties.He pushed her away. She reached as if to zip her dress up and he barked to.