A woman more than twice my age. What the hell was wrong with me? How would I even go about taking it to that level? As it turned out, I wouldn't have ...o make the first move.Later that evening, Carol and I ate dinner in her formal dining room. She said it was the first time anyone had eaten in there in years. The lasagna and homemade bread was awesome. We drank a full bottle of red wine with dinner and made pleasant conversation. I thanked Carol for the wonderful meal and helped her wash the. “Hey, where did you go?”“Just thinking is all.”“Well turn over. Your butt is nice and smooth. Time to get the rest of you that way.“I turned over and she leaned down and kissed each tit. When she gave each one a little nip and I moaned, she just smiled and gave each tit a little harder bite. Her kisses worked their way down over my mound and she kissed my clit. Then she placed a warm towel over my pussy mound and began lathering up the shaving cream again. After removing the towel, she. How do I know you’re not just using this idea for a Friday-night fuck?”“Well ultimately you don’t,” he replied levelly, “not for sure. Although I suspect you recognise our mutual level of interest in young Erica’s forthcoming nuptial celebrations. So view it as a Friday-night fuck and see what other benefits arise from it. Drink up.”She did, and they left with the look of a pair quietly in cahoots. A conspiracy had been hatched and they took it back to her place so it could be nurtured to. I had to be a girl that he would want to take home. I thought back to all the girls that I watched enter the Jackson house all those years ago. Their long blond and brown hair, their sultry high heels, miniskirts that just covered their bottoms enough to be considered decent, their boobs that filled out their chests so much it was painful for me to gaze upon. I was their age now. I had the body, the boobs, and the looks. I can pull it off. I grabbed the dress of the hanger and threw it into my.