. Time's a wasting." He lost it... Arced several spurts of semen on to the floor behind the toilet, his body quivering with orgasm. Shelia was knockin... on the door again. He was struggling to shove his wilting cock back into his trunks and grunted a reply.He knew he was blushing when he opened the bathroom door. Regardless, his eyes were immediately drawn to her cleavage, a deep valley of flesh that was in no way concealed by her bathing suit top. Not quite a bikini top... At forty-seven you. The woman who used to go down on me in a bar bathroom now acted like it was demeaning to give me a blowjob. I don't want to hear about the reciprocal, either. I went down on her all the time. I would every time if she wanted.So, here I was in my early 40s, the time when I always heard that women were insatiable, and my wife rarely initiated sex and often turned me down. On nights I was really horny, I gave up even trying. It was easier to let her go to bed while I watched a movie or a sporting. I saw the telltale masturbation movements and I knew I wanted to cum too. My cock stood up almost immediately and my hand caressed my balls and then my shaft. At that moment the guy’s shiny black shoe moved again and pointed at me. Three more times he “adjusted,” each time pointing and holding his toe upwards for an extended pause before dropping to the floor. It occurred to me that this was him making a pass at me. I scooted my foot toward him, gestured similarly with my toe, and stopped. His. The next time, I won't be so forgiving," she warned him. "Thank you, Mistress," he said meekly. Since then, she knew he would never dare to simply call her Nathasha. When they got at the top of the stairs, Peter asked: "Should I call you that way from now on?" She whispered to his ear: "Only in private." Peter was too exhausted to watch the movie so he kindly asked his mother permission to remain in his room. Felicia asked Nathasha if she needed her brother for.