I walk closer and press my cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicks over my whole shaft as she sucks hungrily. I want to grab her head and force myself ...s deep as possible but hold back that urge. She is doing a fine job of making me hard again. By the time she's finished, I looked down to see Sarahs legs spread wide while she's fingering her own pussy. Now I’m not one to pass up an open invitation like this, so I just get down and ram my cock to full depth, right along side the fingers already. About that time I met a young Italian Woman who was in process of devorce from her husband. Her kids were grown up going off to college She was a hot chick, a school teacher. We chatted for about 6 months and then she wanted me call her one evening which I did and we talked for a short time. One evening she called me back on my cell phone. She asked me if I knew what she was doing, I asked her what? “I am lying here naked playing with myself thinking of you.”I said “Wow!!!” She. They respected their food, their skin black. They wore faded-flannel work shirts, olive-green muscle tees, and truck-stop caps off-kilter. They handled their Styrofoam cups of coffee as though the beans were picked and shipped to their doorstep. They cradled their food delicately before chewing it. Their children played with the plastic action figures that came with their kid-sized meals.The raggedy diners found comfort and solace in their awkward deliverance to the bottom, and not once did. "I'm not now?" I pouted, luring him in."Y-y-you are still," he stammered, desperate to rectify any implied insult, "I-I-I just meant, you are successful even though you were cool in high school." Aaaah thanks, sexy," I replied warmly, as he blushed at being called sexy, "but I am still successful partly because of my looks and not because of academic prowess like you will be." I hope you are right," he said, letting out a soft sigh that implied he wasn't convinced I was right."Plus," I added,.