We sat on a bench in the middle of the mall and talked. She told me about her ex-boyfriend, wistfully going over a few details of the hows and whys of...the break up.“I’m getting old,” she said.“You’re twenty-seven, that’s not old. Twenty-seven is the new thirty-seven... wait, I got that backwards. Never mind.”She laughed, which made me feel better. “What about you? How’s things with Alyssa?” she asked. Alyssa was a girl I was seeing for a few months.“Ah, not bad. I’m trying to keep my options. So I rushed out the door horny as all could be. All day I just keep thinking about my dream. I’d rub my legs together getting myself wetter and wetter. But know it was just too much. I had to touch my burning pussy. I was dieing to dip my finger in my soaking wet virgin hairless pussy. We were taking a test and everyone including the teacher had their heads down. I sat at the back of the class in the corner – the girl who sits next to me was out so I had the perfect opportunity. I opened my. We talked about fetishes, dislikes, turn ons, and the things our exes wouldn't do that we absolutely missed. She asked what made med respond to her post and my only answer was that there is something about older women that drives me insane. She chuckled at that response and we finally decided to meet in person.We meet at a local Mexican restaurant for some drinks. Her pictures did not do her justice. She was a fitness instructor, and it showed. At first glance when she got out of her car her. He slid her panties down further. He half expected her to protest, but she only kissed him more. He lifted her knees one at a time, sliding the panties below, then pushing them to the ground with his foot. Rosa dutifully stepped out. His pants seemed to come undone of their own accord, propelled by sheer desire. Without breaking their kiss, he drew down his briefs. He looked up at Rosa, her eyes deep brown and intense in their sense of anticipation. That look. That precious, vulnerable,.