We always chatted about stuff, like her ex’s and other crap. I worked up the courage to ask her number, now as a bored married 33 year old man askin... for a 21 year old girls number it might seem creepy and wrong but I didn't care. We texted back and forth for a couple days as time went by she started loosening up and started talking about all kinds of kinky stuff. I found out she had a naughty streak, she told me that she always wondered how I would be if we were alone and not in the gym. I. I knelt in front of her and she raised her legs at to which I pulled her jeans up as she'd already undone them, not sure if she did that on the way to the living room or when she sat down but her jeans and knickers were now off. And oh boy she was hairy, not my thing but I thought I'm 51 and about to get my second teenager of the year so put it to the back of my mind. I was kneeling in front of her and just buried my head down in-between her legs and she was like a waterfall dripping down her. This time of year an open window would attract attention, so he’d have to open it slow and careful at the very last minute to avoid attention from the Secret Service spotters on the counter assault team.The Senate minority leader’s memorial service at National Cathedral was by invitation, but those without an invitation knew to arrive early and the unreserved pews were full more than an hour before the service was to begin. The crowd beyond the police lines was a large one, mostly quiet. This. I slammed myself harder and harder into her, and we broke our kiss once again and each took a moment to suck in enough breath to continue without passing out. I began grunting and i could feel the volcano that my body had become on the verge of erupting, as i garnered every last ounce of strength left within me and with one final, zealous strike, slammed myself into her, and she left out piercing music to my ears, a scream that never made it out of her mouth, as she pushed her lips back up.