I long to touch it, massage it, and even to kiss it, lick it as I held it my hand. After looking back to make sure the road was still straight and cl...ar, I let my eyes wander over her foot and then along her calf, over her thigh until her skin appeared. In this position, I had a clear view of her pussy, except for her hand covering herself. I could see her fingers moving up and down, she had to be wet. Her fingers slipped through her own wetness with ease. I reached down to adjust my cock.. I take you deeper and deeper into my throat until your head reaches the very back. I am glad for my practicing with my toy, and think how much better the real thing is. My pace quickens as my grip on your shaft tightens. I hear you moaning loudly and calling my name. I cup your balls and gently massage them in anticipation of receiving your load. With a muted scream, your body begins to twitch as the first drops cum reach my throat. I struggle to catch it all, swallowing rapidly as spurt after. I was certainly interested in more than a hand-job, so I backed away, pulling my dick out of the hole-in-the-wall. That caused my first partner to back away and leave so that the younger guy could come in and take over. He was about 40 and a real stud with curly blond hair. I’m 64, but my 8-inch thick dick levels a lot a playing fields. He immediately dived in a started sucking, going all the way down on my dick. From my upper level, I reached over the wall and caressed his head, feeling down. Far out! I'm Annie." She extended her hand, but Saroya declined."What happened?" I asked."He was nice enough, at first. His room was really warm. He offered me a drink, that same punch we had at the party. It tasted different, more bitter maybe. Anyway, we started talking about school and classes. He asked if I had a steady boyfriend, which I don't." Annie sneered. Was her lack of social life suddenly my fault?Annie continued, "He asked if I did sports, and I told him soccer. He asked me to.