” He held my gaze as I looked into his eyes, evaluating me and appearing to consider my proposition. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really not...in to older women.” Older women! The anger flared up again. He was the one who started the flirtation, and then he has the nerve to call me “older”?! I had no idea how old he was, but definitely not that much younger that he should be considering me an “older woman.” Fuming, but determined to keep my cool, I stood up, pulled the $50 out of my bra, and tossed. " OK, waitress I would like a glass of your best wine to go with roast please," I replied.After dinner was , we went in to the living room to relax and digest a little.Tamera then asked, "Would you like for me to jack you off?" No, but I could go for a good blow-job if you don't mind," I replied with a grin on my face.Then she undid my pants and pulled them down and took my shoes off so that she could pull my pants off. When she had my pants off, she looked up at me and said, "You have a pretty. I didn't give him the chance to reply, it was now or never!"Tell me, David, do you find me attractive?"He was flustered, surprised, he stammered a little."I definitely do, Bethany, I find you incredibly attractive."He had to say that, didn't he? I was sitting there, obviouslycoming on to him, my right hand just touched his swollen cockunder his trousers, my face was only inches from his. He justhad to stare into my eyes, to look at the overdone provocativemakeup, the long thick lashes, the full. Matt parted my soaked lips and pushed two fingers inside my drenched pussy.‘Is this what you had in mind? Or were you hoping for something like this?’ He asked as he pulled his fingers out, glistening with my juices and brought them to my already moist rosebud from my leaking pussy and began pressing. Within a couple of moments, he worked them into my tight hole, wriggling them around for a few seconds and then refocused his attention on my clit, this time drawing long wet circles around it. If.