He grinned and shook his head. “No… I'm guessing thirty-eight.”“Aren’t you smooth?” I said. “Okay, if I correctly guess your age, I get ...o see if you really aren’t wearing panties.”“Bet,” I said.“Forty-four,” he said quickly.“Fuck you!”“I'm wrong? Really?”“Yes, really,” I said.He smiled. “Double or nothing?”“What do I get for winning?”“You don't owe me for dinner.”“Maybe I want to owe you for dinner,” I said.“You’re thirty-nine.”“Wrong… forty-two.”“I was close.” “You were,” I agreed as he. He was partially disabled and used crutches or his wheelchair to move around the ground-floor flat where he lived. He is also a smoker, which I didn't know and so this certainly made him look his age of 50. After a quick chat on his sofa, we moved to his bedroom and striped off our clothes and got onto his bed and I started to wank him. I wasn’t too impressed by his cock as it certainly wasn’t 7 inches when hard as he said on the site but not much I could do about that now so I just got on.. I turned her onto her back. My lips traveled down her neck to her nipples. She moaned softly as I sucked on her breast. My right hand slid down to her pussy and I fingered her while still gently playing with her nipples with my tongue. She was getting wet. Larissa moaned a little louder and rolled me over onto my back. Her lips locked with mine again and my hands massaged her butt. Her lips glided down my body and she took my dick into her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily as my body tensed and. I looked at her and she she looked at me, then we both leaned forward and kissed. Like lovers kiss. Passionate and open mouthed, holding her close, my hard cock pressed against hers and in the slippery, soapy water, moved rhythmically against each other. Her big, firm breasts pressed against my chest, we continued to kiss.I ran my hand down her tight belly and held her big, hard cock with one and while the other held her perfect, little ass. We kissed as I stroked her.I heard her soft moans in.