The burning passion of a woman in control. My belt was quickly undone and fell aside, the buttons of my trousers following suit until only Jenna’s ...rip on the material held them in place. Her eyes dropped to my groin and, licking her lips, she parted my fly to allow my tenting boxers a little freedom. The trousers were now abandoned, yanked the rest of the way and allowed to drop. Jenna’s eyes widened, examining the outline of my cock which twitched impatiently behind the last layer left to. From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the better, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was. Why would she do it? A few minutes of her time, a few minutes with her body, that's all I wanted. Longer would have been better, of course, but the physical pressure can be released very quickly. Without that release, sleep was almost impossible. I spent many hours awake, frustrated, with the means of release snoring peacefully only a few inches away. It tortured me, and made me both angry and sad.Anything sound familiar so far?For years, the questions ran through my head. Why did she do it? It. “Okay, can we take a walk round and see her?” the Sergeant asked.“Sure,” I agreed, “come on girls, it looks like swimming is postponed.”It turned out that the sergeant was named Steve Matthews, and we walked with him back to the caravan, and introduced him to Mum.“Mrs Barker,” he began, “I understand that it was your three children who informed the camp management of a possible problem last night.”“Actually, no, it was me who informed them. My two children and my son’s girlfriend informed me,”.