I didn't want this to end too soon. I was really enjoying the feel of a hard cock in my mouth! His was just theperfect size for me. It was big enough ...round that it filled my mouth, and just long enough that I could put one hand around it and have enough left over to feel good in my mouth, but not so long it would gag me. I lay partially on his hips, still kneeling with my ass in the air. He tried to force his cock down my throat, but I was in control. My hand kept his cock from going too far. You decide to keep doing that in a form of agonizing torture for me, and you’re rewarded with moans and me moving around trying to put those damn hands somewhere they can do more good. You gently push my legs apart and smile when you see how wet I am. I moan at the cold air against my dripping core and you start to lick up and down my lower lips. I moan and cry out softly and you pick up the pace, occasionally thrusting your tongue into my pussy but concentrating the licking around my clit. As. Do you find me attractive?" Are you k**ding...you know I do." Yes I suppose I do. So how old do you think I am, and don't be afraid to say what you think. I admire men that don't try and tell me what they think I want to hear. Now...how old do you think I am?" To be honest I don't have a clue, but if I have to answer, I'd say you were in your late 20's." Mmmmm, I like they way you talk. Would you believe that I'm 37? Judging from the look on your face you don't. The thing is I am, and I'm not. Usually, after dinner, there would be soft music and chitchat as they hovered around the wet bar making cocktails, I would go the front room and watch TV or movies on the VCR. I had my own little comfortable chair by the TV. Anyone sitting at the bar was able to see me in the other room. As I sat, my fingers had gone to my little panties and my crotch. When I touched myself there, the same quivery feelings I had had earlier returned. I was tracing the outlines of my hairless little cunny when I.