I first saw her in this very coffee shop, as a matter of fact. Right over there. She breezed in looking for a phone book.Like with every female ... encounter, my subconscious Lust Diagnostic ran and issued a summary profile.She was in her early twenties, I'd guessed, though a moment later she looked seventeen. (As in "Sexy + 17".) Remember, I'd only realized I was Old a few months earlier, and then Dick came along and made age more or less academic, so my age indicator was lacking in. She climbs off her lover slowly and walks over to me and pulls my head down. I lean down willingly. She kisses me, pushing her tongue in my mouth. I suck it in with eager abandon. The taste of her lovers juices on her lips and tongue is intoxicating. She pulls away and looks at me. A coy smile behind her eyes that I know so well. She turns and walks to the night stand and pulls out a dildo and slides it into the harness. Snapping everything back into place, she turns and looks at me slightly. I bet we kissed more than 5 minutes as I was waiting for this for so long and after a while Aileen and I were lying on the couch hot kissing. "A fuck this is hot". With the touching, kissing and all the alcohol, I started sliding my hands into Aileen's tight red party dress and touching her almost wet spot. Not long after that Aileen started moaning and her legs moving around in the air and shaking. "Oh fuck it" The guys couldn't stand this anymore. I felt someone starting to touch our legs and. He undressed, he was already tight, put on a condom and immediately started burying the cock. It hurt but the pleasure was greater than the pain. I looked at him in the mirror, the sofa is right in front of the living room furniture that has a mirror that I use to see when they eat me from behind. I started pushing the body backwards and rolling on the cock, my hand always working on the wet pussy, sometimes I touched his balls, heavy, full of milk for me. "Bitch, good little bitch, you have.