And yet, at her age she was still beautiful, almost breathtakingly so. If I could find that sexual animal inside her, waiting to be freed, this could ...e an incredible night. Hope sat on the chair opposite the bed and asked me to make a drink for her, vodka on the rocks. As I made our drinks, she quietly removed her dress, revealing a wisp of a camisole and high-cut panties. A garter belt framed her panties, holding up her stockings. She didn't have much in the tit department, but her nipples. Your eyes meet mine, a slight smile crossing your lips. You lower your face and nuzzle my cock. A darting tongue caresses the soft tender head as you lick slow tantalizing circles, bringing a moan to me. Moving up and down the shaft, you engulf me fully. Now it's my turn to squirm and thrash about."God, Cindy that feels so good, baby," I mutter between clinched teeth.You continue to glide up and down. Pulling off momentarily, you use your index finger to collect then smear the precum that seems. I bolted.“You fucking little brat!” he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche. Rick stumbled after me.I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to cover his dick with one hand as he charged down the stairs, his free hand sliding. I changed a lot from the wide eyeding?nue from Omaha in these years, but one thing, until now, did not change. Inever accepted his, shall I say temptations? In the matter of sex I remainedthe proper conservative American girl. Of course we had oral sex, but aside ofthat; the kinkiest thing we ever did was to do it in the kitchen. And I knew,and know, that he wanted more. He keeps a large collection of erotica, in hislibrary. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, has always been.