The other night at a co-worker’s party Anya brought up the subject of Erin the sex-starved interpretive ranger from last summer. Erin, a young and i...secure blond Texan with a beautiful bubble ass, carried on with a revolving door of men. Erin wasn’t comfortable without a man desiring her and yet she was equally uncomfortable with the same man wanting her. Intriguing strange men, young and old, who caught her fancy, became an alternative wardrobe that she assiduously and continually assembled. ..I knocked that crazy train off its rails again.I noticed she was still looking at my chest, and then she noticed that I had noticed and looked up, looking slightly embarrassed. "I wish I had yours," I said. "I think your size is cute, too..." Thanks!" she said, smiling. Then, out of the blue, looking at my chest again, she then said purposefully, "You may not be finished developing yet. They might not have grown their full size already." "I doubt it," I replied. "I'm thirteen; I'm pretty sure. She slowly dropped down to her knees, putting her thighs on either side of my face, her vagina just a couple inches from my mouth. She leaned forward and lowered face to my crotch, taking my cocking into her mouth. She got right back to sucking me off.Now was my chance to impress her, show her that even though we didn’t have sex, tonight wasn’t a waste of her time. I reached up and grabbed one of her ass checks with each hand. Good God it felt amazing! Older women may have many things going for. I noticed that she wasn't speaking to anyone anymore. As I looked(more like creepily stared) at her, her eyes suddenly caught mine. Shit, caught in the deed. She had puppy eyes and long curly hair. Looked nice on her. "Hey babe, what are you reading?"A guy who was dressed like the lead guitarist of a flop punk band said from behind her. He rested his hand on her shoulder and yanked the book from her. "Thousand sun bullshit. Why don't ya come with me and I'll show you some real fun."She was.