Jo mere pas baitha tha usne jor se mera boba daba diya.Mere muh se aah nikal gayi.Jaise hi mere muh khula khade hue ladke ne pana lund mere muh me daa... diya.Mere paas baitha hua ladka mere boobs maslne laga.mere pati chup chap ye sab dekh rahe the.Maine gown pahan rakha tha.wo apna lund mere muh ke andar bahar karne laga.mere pas baitha hua ladke ek hath se mere boobs daba raha tha aur ek hath se meri jaangh ko sahla raha tha.Usne mujhe dhire se apni god me bitha liya.aur mera gown upar kar. Until my 50's I was not sexually active although I established and managed my own company. My menopause passed and my sexual feelings intensified. I still secretly wondered about men showing their cocks to women and handling them but it was such a small thing for me just a private quirky personal day dream nothing I sought or thought often about.Eric told me that he had a personal kinky thing that he liked to take his cock out and masturbate looking at women with their clothes on and then to. I felt attractive. I felt … like a woman. Gill stood behind me and started rubbing herself up against me and groping my bottom. In the mirror we looked like a pair of lesbians, although I have to admit I was a little flat chested compared to Gill! We made our way to the bedroom. Walking wasn’t easy on those heels, but I felt so sexy dressed like this and I was so excited with the anticipation of what was coming next. I headed for the spare room (my room). “It’s okay Pete. I’ve got a surprise. Here, I must confess, the politics of being at a university medical center came into play. I had been ‘requested’ — read ‘commanded’ — by the Chief of Medicine, to handle the Adams family as diplomatically as possible. It seems that they were hoping to tap Mr. Adams for a large donation and my treatment of his son was considered to be a great opening for the moneygrubbers (pardon me: ‘University Development’ staff) to use. So I was going to do what I could, within reason, not simply to treat.