Later she admitted that she had problems with it but it felt just great... She tried very hard to get it as deep as possible into her mouth. In the me...ntime he had pushed her top up and then, what happened was what you know from porn, he grabbed her head and pushed her head further and further towards him, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. He enjoyed it and apparently she enjoyed it too, at least she didn't push herself away, she didn't resist but tried hard... She always had. Her hands still on her boobs, squeezing and massaging her own chest, fingers moving to her nipples and pinching them gently. She doesn’t join in with the kiss ... Just lets him lick her face until she is overcome with laughter and rolls back away from him, turning away to buy a couple of seconds to breath ... Then talking again, “He’s got a lovely tongue ... It’s so hot ... I can’t wait to feel that on my pussy...” Looking around over her shoulder, very coquettish, “His big tongue on my little. I then gently pushed him back down and started stroking his penis again.“NNNNNN!” he grunted loudly. He wanted more than my hand.“I will not submit myself to you for paper and ink!” I insisted.“Uhhhhnnn.” he grunted, touching my lips with a finger.“No! I will not put that in my mouth... not for a wagon-load of paper and ink!” I protested.“Huuunnn...” he groaned. He then looked down at me and motioned for me to remove my robe. I assumed he at least wanted to see me naked. I decided that was. Sunday night hits and I struck out all weekend, nothing. So the next best thing for me, was too pedal my frustrations off. Twenty eight miles of hard peddling against the ocean breeze is a workout. Less than 10 miles home, stopped up on the curve at a red light for a break for my stroll home. Fired up a bowl, chug some water, when this tasty looking middle age black woman comes walking up to the intersection.I pour some water over my head and down my chest as if I didn't see her. Let the water.