.. just maybe it was time for a change in strategy. If suitable men in her age group were scarce, then what about... younger men. Men in their late tw...nties. Men in their early twenties. Men just barely of legal age. Hell, even some of those eighteen-year-old kids fresh out of high school were starting to look mighty good.So, what did she have to offer to a younger man? Experience? She really didn't have a whole lot of that. Well, maturity... acceptance... warmth. And what was it a young guy. He slowly withdrew and then even more slowly eased himself back inside to the hilt it was as if every time he got to the end of his stroke she would orgasm. Occasionally he would withdraw so slowly and then drive his manhood home with sufficient force to drive the air from her lungs in a gasp.He lowered his head and started to give her big tits a mouth massage. His dried semen was still on her breasts. The skin tightened by the drying spunk. As he kissed and licked her, he gradually cleaned his. I slowly lick around the crest, licking back up slowly, feeling your hips rise as I kiss and lick my way down to the valley of your sex.Another long, slow, wet lick, this time my fingers gently opening the lips of your pussy, licking along the lips and darting the tip of my tongue over the moist hood of your clit. My tongue circling the growing bud, flicking my tongue tip over the bud, feeling it begin to respond and grow. Gently taking the bud between my lips and sucking softly, the bud grows. He held it there and ground hard against her to make sure he was all the way inside before he pulled back. He thrust deep a second time, a third, and then he hit a rhythm. His thumb again found Claire’s clit and circled it as he thrust into her bottom with his thick, hard cock. Claire wantonly rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger and felt herself again climbing the mountain, but this time someone was going to reach the summit with her. She felt empowered and vulnerable at the same.