He relaxed and rolled off of her, his cock still semi-erect but it was over. He lay back on his side of the bed while she got up and slipped out to th... bathroom. A feeling of frustration was growing in him. "Damn it all. Every time!" A small growl escaped his throat.But when she came back he kept silent. It wasn't any use anyway. Anytime he suggested something different she either acted like the silent martyr or outright refused. She mumbled something about the bathroom being free and slipped. I was licking sucking smooching rubbing my nose on her clitoris she started to lift her buttocks pressed my head moaned now she started asking for more, this excited me a lot and now I inserted my center finger inside the opening guided the finger towards the back of the clitoris and started rubbing very mildly on the rough spot and simultaneously licking her clitoris she became more and more excited and her breathing became heavy, she moved her hips, moaned and within some time her body. He sits upright and pulls me towards him. I sit up too, straddling him and he kisses me. I don’t have to worry about being careful with him, not like before. I kiss him back, pulling him into me. His hands run up and down my back. Our breathing quickens. I mentally create a field around the tent to keep any sound out, but allow sound to come in. He pulls on my shirt and it rips. It doesn’t take much of a tug. I pull his shirt off, not breaking the kiss. I throw it towards where he threw my. I went to great lengths to empty the house, but forgot about making sure Ben was available, or even interested. The longer he took to answer the more I began to doubt myself. What would a young man like him want with a older woman like me was the thought that raced through my mind. My hands were shaking. My heart was racing. I bet that he had a date. “Mrs. Robinson, I would love to come over and help you tomorrow night, but I was gonna go out with my buddy,” he said, dejectedly, “We made these.