I nodded and told her, ‘Every day’.She asked me, ‘Have you ever been with a girl before?' I just shook my head no.She asked, ‘What do you mast...rbate to? Do you use magazines?‘Yes,' I told her.‘Have you ever thought about older women?’ She continued running her hand along the underside of my cock.I told her, ‘I look at some magazines with older women.’‘So you do like older women,’ she said.I shook my head yes.‘Have you ever thought of your mother?’ She licked the precum in her hand while she. I took a seat and we talked. I was in the middle of saying something and she ran her foot over the back of my leg and, ‘slam’ my mind went blank. I need to touch her! I needed to touch her right now! I fumbled through the next few minutes knowing that I WAS going to touch her. I asked her if she wanted to walk around a bit and she said yes. We stood and started walking to the bridge. I reached out and grabbed her hand and she interlaced her fingers in mine. It was amazing. We walked and. Her choice as always. Nails painted, body perfumed, and all of this after preparing my body for a long session. The final touch . . . high heeled stiletto boots. Luckily, I know I won’t be doing very much walking in them, probably no farther than the upstairs bathroom down to the basement. As for the video . . . once in a while she likes to set up a couple of cameras and make a little amateur movie. She’s got an eye for angles and she loves the process of cutting the video back and forth. “Feel good?” she asked, and put her tongue back to work without waiting for an answer.“So good.”She paused just long enough to ask, “Calming down a little?”“Yeah,” he had to admit.“Good,” she said. She gave him one last long, slow lick along the underside of his cock, tickled the ridge of his cock helmet, and then parted her lips.Jeff growled and clenched his fists when she took him in her hot mouth. She knew what she was doing. She sucked hard, and he didn’t feel the slightest hint of her.