I was thirty. Pretty experienced. I have never liked older men before but this guy who I came to know and love every single day was turning 50.I had h...ard that he and his wife's relationship was getting shaky. This day I went over to his perfect face and stroked his hair. Damn, he was so hot!Blue eyes. Lightly black hair. Seemingly no grey hair. You would never guess he was actually 50. If he took off his shirt I would notice he had some pecs still left over from his days he liked to build up. The cool air swirled around her clit, tickling her hole. Victoria touched her clit. For such a small organ, it sure sent big pleasures. The pinkish skin was moist to the touch, and it felt like an uncooked pea that was resting under wet silk. She figured out that if she rubbed a certain way, those feelings from earlier came back. Moaning, she rubbed faster, noticing that the little pea grew with each circle. Just as she was about to peak, the door opened and Amelia stepped in. ‘Don’t let me. The road was barricaded and the ranger at the visitor center said they were plowing out the road from a snowstorm, but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t offer even a guess as to how long it would take. We waited around for a couple of hours, but the guy acted irritated that we had bothered him to ask. So we just went on with our vacation. We lucked up today; there are a few snowbanks that haven’t melted, but the roads are clear, even up here. But that might not be true tomorrow. Things change quickly. Karen seemed resigned to the fact that she was just a very flawed piece of shit who was better off controlled, where she could no longer fuck things up for anybody else.“Why ARE you a submissive?” My father asked her rhetorically. “It is pretty obvious you hate serving. You’ve been ruthless to your family, and none of it has made you any of a better of a person,” he looked confused. He told us his only experience with submission had been mutually loving relationships.“What else am I going to.