And you thrust into my mouth. I moan as I feel your hand move to my head, stroking my hair, my face, my cheek. I love your lust and tenderness... I b...b my head up and down, imagining you pumping in and out of my pussy... Your fingers slide into my tight, little pussy, your palm seated against my mons. Deep inside me, your fingers separate, feeling my hot, wet softness, stretching me -- readying me for your hard cock. You lift me up and off your cock and out from the blanket. I kiss you,. I have worked there and with this women for over 25 years her name we'll say is D. She was Married I was a widower losing my wife five years earlier. D was always very friendly and touchy feely but she was a little depressed for a long while and after asking what was wrong at least a dozen time she finally told me one day in the parking lot. She said her husband was totally ignoring her after their daughter left for college and they work different shifts she was lonely. I told her if she. He felt my ass and commentedon how sensuous it felt. He said it felt so nice and that he is lookingat it as if it were a woman's ass. He asked me to help him pretend Iwas a woman. He told to pretend and play act like I was girl. He toldme to giggle like a girl and act all sinfully innocent. He said, girlsknow when they are naughty and love acting like they are all innocent.I was starting to get into it when he pulled out lipstick and a sexypair of feminine panties. He said to put this on and it. “Hmm. Yes, and that goes for certain individuals, who shall remain nameless, as well,” he said.“Yes. I cannot believe that he wouldn’t even let us bring up the subject of helping him, especially financially,” she said“His bitterness is going to take a long time to fade. I’m sure of that,” said Blake.“There’s still the one wild card left in the deck,” she said. “It might be time to consider playing it.”“Maybe, but I’m not sure we could get him to even sit down with us long enough to hear us.