Once we reached the sofa, he turned me around and pulled my dress up before then pulling down my panties, which fell around my ankles as I stood in my...high heels. My mind raced, knowing what was about to happen, questioning if this is what I really wanted, and if I would regret it. His hand landed on my left hip, then I felt the tip of his cock press against my womanhood. With a light push, it went inside of me, sinking into my depths. His body pulled back, then came rushing forward to slam. She was just in a dressing gown with no make up. It was even worse than l thought. Deep wrinkles round her eyes, flabby jowls and l swear a little bit of hair on her upper lip. She looked way older than the 55 l knew she was. She smiled ‘come back to finish the job?’’might have done’ l winked’lets go for a car trip’’Really? Wait til l get beautified’That might take a while,l thoughtShe threw her dressing gown on the coffee table and went back to her room. As she walked l seen her big round. All the while I’m telling her this she’s moaning in my ear telling me “To keep going!” “I asked her what she was doing?” (The whole while I knew what was doing I just liked hearing her say it) “I’m playing with my pussy daddy.” She moaned and said in her sweet low sexy voice. As I continued to stroke my dick very slowly I went back to telling her what I would do to her. I told her that while I licked and sucked on her nipples my two fingers would go and explore what was her wet juicy pussy.. I then put my mouth over the head of his cock, sucked in hard on just the head, my tongue swirling over the top. He brought one hand back to my shirt, moving it up and over my tits, to slowly start rubbing my nipples as his other hand came to rest at the back of my neck, slowly rubbing and grazing my hair. I opened my mouth a bit wider and started sliding him in, tongue following slowly as I bobbed my head up and down half his length. He was moaning as I moved, his fingers pushing down ever so.