“You should also see a doctor. If you blacked out, there might be something more serious going on.”“Not a bad idea, but I don’t think it’s a...medical issue. It was an angry outburst, that’s all,” he said, not completely convinced.“What about today? Where did you go? I assume this ‘friend’ was another convenient lie?”“I wandered the city, Philadelphia this time—for real. I wanted to work things out and see whether I was likely to do it again. I felt good today. Better than I’ve felt for some. Eventually she went stiff and then started shaking; it was the first real female orgasm I had ever seen. After calming a bit she put her head down in the guy's lap giving him a blow job. Then he zipped up and they left.I loved that experience (though I would have preferred to be the guy she was with) and hoped for more. And, in fact, I got to see such play quite a few times now that I was paying attention. It especially got good when I found some small porn theaters in Hollywood that ran 16mm. I can feel that he's completely holding me up and in control of my body. I’m impaled on his massive cock, he pulls my head back further and it pulls me away from the wall I was leaning on. Saliva is pouring from my mouth as his fingers are pulling on the corner of it. I'm drooling and crying out with abandon. When he realizes that I'm getting louder he stops. With a loud wet Slurpee pop he pulls his cock out of my ass and let's go of me. I instantly crumpled to the ground. I was barely. When she told me off with some authority in her voice, I became aroused, it gave me quite a hard on, and I was trying to concentrate but I kept imagining her feet rubbing my cock until I released my creamy load over her nylon feet, being there was 20 years between us it was like being told off by an older aunt or dare I say my mum.We then made idle chat about what she'd do in retirement and she told me she didn't know apart from travelling, it was a real shame apart from her georgeous nylon.