And despite all her efforts to remain aloof, he persisted in asking her about herself, questions that she would try to deflect with simple, superficia... answers, and yet somehow he seemed to see straight through her façade and would lock eyes with her and say something so painfully accurate, so shockingly true, that she could feel her resolve crumbling to dust and would begin to shake. More than once he reduced her to tears, without meaning to, purely because his pragmatic assessments of her. I kicked off my shorts and underwear as her lips wrapped around the tip of my eager pole.I could feel her tongue slipping over my head. She pulled back and asked, "You know what I want?"I just shook my head slowly."I want you to fuck my mouth." She looked at my cock. "I want to feel you shove this big cock into my throat repeatedly." She looked back up to me. "Then I want you to cum on my tongue so I can taste the sweetness of your seed. I want to drink you down and then feel you bury this. She started to grind her hips against my hardening cock. My hand continued to massage her left breast as my left hand was sliding up and down her back and grabbing her firm ass as more moans escaped from her throat. Betty broke our kiss and leaned back and looked me in the eyes breathing heavier than before. “I have been with the same man for the past 35 years. I am afraid that I may disappoint you and you won’t be happy with me. Tell me what and how you want me to do and I will do it?”I. As we manipulated my loose breast I saw his mouth fall open, I looked deep into his eyes and drank in his awakening, and still covering his hand on my flesh I reached up and kissed him full on his mouth, an adult kiss, my tongue unashamedly darting between those loose lips, he surrendered his mouth to me at that moment, and thrust deeply into it, my tongue tracing my saliva around his cavity, I pulled off, inches from his face, I studied him as my hand felt between his legs, massaging his.