From that experience she thought that love for her was a thing or two, softer, gentler, and taking as long as it was necessary. Woman love was about a...fection, attachment, endearment, passion, tenderness, kindliness, and love, much love,So once in the city that night, she went to a bar that mostly catered to single females. It wasn't a hard women's only kind of place. There were a few man and woman couples, a scarce number of single men, and a big majority of women; some of the women were. We bumped them together and drank them down thirstily.After all the hiking and sex, we both curled up in our sleeping bag and slept like the innocent.The following morning I woke to the smell of coffee, bacon and eggs. Beth had gotten up first and was getting things ready. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, got to my feet, pulled on a pair of boxers and staggered out to get some food.“You sure needed that sleep after yesterday, I hope I haven’t worn you out already. I was hoping for a little more. That made me very happy.My aching dick throbbed against his hot, youthful tool, and he licked his palms and readily took both stiff lengths of meat in his hands and started to jack them off against each other, moaning into my mouth as we continued to french each other hungrily.I pushed him back on to the bed and was on him right away, hands roaming over that perfect pale body, crushing him in my arms as he moaned, licking at my chest and sucking my nipples in an incredibly slutty way.This teen. These types of dreams and fantasies kept coming back until I finally decided to give it a try.I got on CraigsList and posted about what I wanted. I asked to meet with a much older man to explore with. I got a hand full of responses and after sorting through them picked my favorite. I found a man not far from campus. He was sixty-five and was willing to let me explore for my first time. He was sweet and didn't rush me over.We traded pictures and ideas of what fun we could have together. He said.