On this note, my (Sam) relationship with a 40-year-old married woman and a mother of one grown up kid dates back to the texting era through simple mob...le phones. Those days, in 2006-07, there were no smart phones yet, but no doubt, one could be smart enough to engross a woman in varied conversations.Since I always had a penchant for matured, married woman, ‘aunty’ Sheila (name changed) was always my target. Her jiggling boobs and ass would make any man worth his dick crave for her hot pussy and. ’ And I held him tenderly and kissed the peach fuzz on his pale cheeks. There were no imponderables in the equation that was we, equal as iron and as immutable, as only the young can be. And he put his hands to my jeans and put his hands backwards into my pockets and felt my groin and I groaned a bit, and demured a bit and was shy and ashamed, and he said, hey, don’t worry, it’s okay, and his body said it, and his eyes and I wanted to taste the freshness of him and the brightness of them. Once. I don't remember just how Cynthia first discovered Mike and Jan, and their intriguing lifestyle, but she was very eager for us to meet them; and after some back and forth, we did just that.Jan was a tall, 'statuesque' blond, with a nice figure. Mike was somewhat shorter than her, with some graying hair just starting to show up around his temples. They were an interesting couple. Right off the bat, and without the slightest hint of embarrassment, Mike came right out and admitted that he and Jan. I again looked at his hard cock and took the head in my hand and saw up close the opening of his member...large and welcoming. I gently opened it up and then put my tongue against it and began trying to push it inside of him. He let out a soft moan and if would have cum right then I would not have cared...but he only pushed forward until he was inside of my mouth and I was sucking him off. The softness of the skin of his young dick and the hardness just under the skin...and the firm and.