They say that men want to sleep with beautiful women and women want to be made to feel beautiful. Charley had a way of paying close attention to what ... said and did that made me feel his pleasure in being with me. He wasn't necessarily physically beautiful though he certainly wasn't bad, but he paid such attention to me without being excessive about it. What he looked like mattered less than how he made me feel.I've grown out of the stage when I was a teenager when I shied away from the. I sat on the stool, settled her bottom on my erction, facing the street, and put my hand ito her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet and my fingers easily entered her as I rubbed her clit. She began to pant heavily and moaned ‘No, the postman will be here soon, he will see us’ I stood her up pulled her pants off and said ‘We had better give him a show then, play with yourself like tart while I undress.’ I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was this lovely mature woman, pleasuring her self for all. Placed her hand on my throbbing cock outside underwear and trouser. I pulled her bra up and the two Himalayas came down. Oh my God!I haven’t seen anything like that. Not even not in the porn movies. She was squeezing my cock. I held her one boob with my both hands. It was not too firm. A little bit loose. I liked that. Big round areola and big brown nipples. I started to feast on them sucking and biting one and squeeze the other. She was moaning and put her hand inside my undy and stroking my. Two hours later we filed out of the baseball stadium, listening to the other patrons talk about the game. I spied the little girl, asleep on her dad’s shoulder. “Hey,” Desmond said, touching my arm, “you hungry?”“Starving," I smiled back at him.He led me to a hot dog shack just up the street. A faded sign read “The Dog House." An older gentleman in a clean apron and the local team’s ball cap took our orders. Des ordered a chili cheese dog and I had an original with sauerkraut and grilled.