She smiled and said, "Well Darian, my ex-husband has the k**s every second weekend, so if you ever need to release some stress give me a call." She th...n stood up, went to a table and gave me her card. Anyways, as mentioned, that was the turning point of my sex life. The rest of the summer, O'Conner, and I fucked many times. It was around then that a revelation occurred to me. That was by far the best sex I had ever had. I wondered if other older woman were as eager to please. My quest, ever. She wanted to be held. Masturbating was never enough and the fantasy too short. What she needed was a man.* “It really does look pitiful, but he loved it,” Simone was telling Frances. “You have to let me see it,” Francis laughed. Simone pretended that she did not hear that and started talking about the rest of their evening, well at least a part of it. She described the movie they watched. Just then, as if on cue, Gary just happened to be passing by and supplied the name since Simone could not. She gave it a few strokes before finding the nub of her clitoris and the entrance to her tight little vagina. She began to gently rub away at it. Carol could feel her blood rushing, her clit was hardening again. Her sexual arousal was moistening her cunt, making her wet, getting her ready. She began probing her vagina gently, first working one finger in and out, then two fingers, then three. Thrusting away, urgently pounding into her tight little pussy. Carol could feel the warm wetness of her. Her soft lips parted readily to admit his tongue and in a moment they were engrossed in a wet, sloppy, tongue-tangling kiss that could almost by itself qualify as incest."You can go all the way with me Uncle Jim... if you want to. I was going to wait until I get married but I'd really like you to be the first one with me." Don't talk like that Cindy. You know we can't. Do you? Have you really used your mouth?" Is that what you want? Do you have a condom?" No Cindy. Maybe you can just use your.