He moaned back as he felt her hand wrap around his hard cock, which she squeezed testingly, figuring out its size as she stroked it, long slow motions...up and down.After a few long moments she broke the kiss, letting out a shy little laugh, “Oh god, Michael, it’s huge…”He grinned a little, he would’ve said big, but he wasn’t going to correct her, “Yeah?”“Mm!” she said, looking up into his eyes, “So uh… Can I now?”Smirking, the hand he had been caressing her hair now more firmly gripped the back. “Your mystery lover is here.” Malcolm went over to the bed, and it was obvious that he didn’t need any further persuading. He started her out with a kiss on the lips, and then worked his way down to her neck. It took only a minute or so for me to see that he was a real pro with the ladies. He seemed to know just what to do. After kissing her neck for a while, with occasional trips back to her lips, he very slowly moved to her chest and began by rubbing his hands over the top of her bra, just. The goat horns sprung from my head. I couldn't help it. Call it hormones. Anyway, she was a hot girl with a super-lush body that wouldn't quit. I was glad that with only a small percentage of stamina left in me, I gave her a jolly good orgasm.But now, I'm paying for all the sex that is falling down on me like a mid-January blizzard. So what if I have sex with someone different every day of the week? It means absolutely nothing. So what if I'm fucking women younger than my daughters? To me,. In her college days some of her geek friends got together every now and again for some giggly liaisons, but she didn't go for that type of scene. Perhaps because of her enormous breasts, she only wore sweats and other baggy outfits. I come from a different background. I was considered the "bad-boy" type during the 80's and 90's. I was well known for getting it on with willing girls. When Jen and I met she was 18 and yearning to be free from the boredom of her restrictive life. It was the.