He quieted, and I got him up, took him to his room, helped him undressand tucked him into bed. I looked around the room, and suddenlyrealized how aty...ical it was for a teen boy's room. In fact, it was likeit had no personality, nothing in it that said anything about theoccupant at all.I did something I hadn't done since he was old enough to clean his ownroom, and that was to go through it carefully. I wasn't really sure whatI was looking for, other than some clue as to what he was so. .He massages up my legs, moving higher and higher on each leg, until I feel his fingertips ever so slightly graze my pussy lips again and I tense up. He moves away so fast that I decide it’s completely accidental; it can’t be avoided with my big thighs. He tells me to bend my knees and press my soles together. I think, “finally he realizes he’s getting too close” so I relax again. He works on my arms and I start to feel him wrapping a sheet spread under me around my wrist. Before I can react. Can an old man play?”He was nice enough, and not bad looking, so when he got off work, I took him home and showed him a very good time. To my very great delight, he had a magnificent cock. I guessed it to be about nine inches and very thick. I was in heaven when he face-fucked me and crammed his huge cock down my throat. Fortunately, he respected my limits. He didn’t start constantly pestering me at the mall after that, but when I failed to pick up a young stud, I’d invite him to come over to. He plunged one and then two fingers deep inside me. He worked them in and out, twisted and turned them. Then slowly he spread his finger open and held then there. He lowered his lips and kissed my cheeks and then began working his fingers more. As he sensed the need for lube he would add more.When he felt I was ready he turned me on my side, lay behind me and began to work his wonderful cock into my waiting hole. I was definitely more ready for him than I was the night before. In no time.