“Was it the way he smelled?” she asks. “His attitude? Did you look at his car?”I shrug; these were a part, though only small, but what are rig...t words? “I know,” is all I can at last say. “It was not right.”“Just instinct then?”I ask her what is instinct, and she explains that it is feeling of animals that leads them to act without thinking. I know men may do in this way too, my reasons were not so but I can find no better way to speak it. I tell her yes, instinct.“Would you have done the same. We shook hands and told him we could go to my place, if he was comfortable? He answered that he was and we drove to my house, for our "Date". I offered him a beer, and we chatted about nothing I can remember, but eventually we started talking about getting this thing going. Without hesitation, he unzipped, pulled his pants down to his waist, and showed me his cock. He was about 6 inches hard, but a handsome cock it was. Thick and very nice. I told him that we should go into my. " She pushed me back onto the stairs and moved in front of me. She quickly slid down my shorts. "There it is!" My penis was right around six inches. Nothing impressive, but I was happy with average. She took it in her hand and began stroking it up and down slowly. "Mmm... This is nice!" she said before taking it in her mouth. She began sucking on the tip, and then slowly moved down my shaft. She kept going until she had engulfed it all, right up to the base. "Oh my God." I gasped. She looked up. I could feel desire churning between my legs, my pussy was wet and oh so hot. He kissed his way down my belly, seeming not to care that it was a bit rounded and soft. He stopped to kiss and lick the old tattoo on my lower abdomen only a few lovers had seen. I had gotten it after most of them had come and gone. He was the first beside my husband to have seen it in almost 20 years.The tenderest compliment paid, his teeth nipped down my hip bone to the edge of my panties. He tugged at them with.