It gets more intense as we get closer. We walk towards each other and we both know, even before we speak. You introduce yourself and your voice qu...vers. I take your hand and we both feel the electricity jump between us. We sit down to have a drink and try to relax, but can’t. The attraction is just so strong. We decide to go somewhere quieter to get to know each other. We take a nice stroll into the Park. We find a park bench and sit down and chat. We both know what we want. She could feel the wetness in her panties and amazed that he could cause her juices to flow with some kisses and petting. Once in the bedroom, Karen’s boldness increased. She stood before him and slowly undid the snap and zipper of her jeans. With a wink and a slight shimmy of her hips, the jeans decended down her hips to become a puddle on the floor. She knelt and untied her shoes, suddenly remembering that she would never get her jeans off until she removed them. Once they were untied, she. Dad hadn’t simply worked there, he was in downtown HOLLYWOOD making his WAY with the BROADS! Reading dad’s diary would have been painful if not for its unbelievable erotic content. It revealed how my very own dad had become a sexual mentor and controller of many women and a few select men. Well he had the perfect job with which to accomplish his goal. As ‘Floorwalker’ of the Broadway Hollywood he oversaw the many floors of Hollywood’s largest department store in which over 75% of the employees. After that once or twice a week she would suck me to completion, swallow it all, keep sucking me till I was hard again, and then try to fuck my brains out. About a month after doing it for the first time she asked me if I knew what my cum tasted like and I said no. She had just finished sucking me off and swallowing my load; she spun around and kissed me and then stuck her tongue down my throat and I tasted me for the first time. It didn't do a thing for me, but Debbie got a charge out of it..