I wasn't banking on a noseful, though. I'm sure you can make it up to me..." As she said this last part, she slowly opened her legs, revealing her smo...th cunt. I knew what she meant, and I quickly buried my tongue in it. I could tell she was extremely excited, as her pussy was a deep pink colour, contrasting sharply with her pale skin.She was already wet, and she grabbed a handful of my hair as I roughly licked and sucked her clit and ran two fingers in and out of her tight wet hole. She. – been used over and over by bad girls or the ones that just want to use you for your cock or money.)But even with that last statement, and although I'm shy, I like all types of ladies, and I am kind of the "equal opportunity" type of lover. But I'm saying all of this to say that there was this girl I met that I couldn't let get away.I normally like shorter girls. I'm six feet- one inch, and I like girls who are short, athletic, preppy, and prissy, (aka high maintenance) ladies with brown,. Her hand had found its way to the front of my jeans, her palm flat against my hardness, resting there. I pressed deeper into her, warm and impossibly slick on my finger. I started to move in a slow-motion “come here” gesture as I kissed that spot where shoulder meets neck.Her hand was now pressing harder against me through denim. Pressing and releasing in a slow hypnotic rhythm.She never moaned, never screamed. Just a quick intake of breath, a gasp as her stomach tightened suddenly and her hips. "She must of been drinking all night as well" thought George as he couldn't think of another way she could mistake his 67 year old self with a strapping teen. "mmm babe, your cock looks good" Poppy purred as her hand made its way up Georges leg & onto his throbbing cock. George let out an involuntary moan as Poppy started to jerk his cock gently. He could smell her perfume mixed with the smell of vodka as he looked down on the heavenly sight he could see before him. Poppy rested her head on his.