I can’t tell you how many times I picked up the phone and almost called, or how many time I almost came back with nothing to offer other than my hea...t. But we were so young, I was afraid we’d be getting married because that was ‘naturally’ the next step. I didn’t want it to be like that.’ Kayla paused, looking up at Nick. His gaze was still averted. She reached out and cupped his jaw, tipping his head up so she could meet his eyes. ‘I’ve dated, as I’m sure you have, but none of them meant half. ” “You sure you don’t want to get on top and finish the job?” she asked, a little more seriously. “No, keep going,” I said, “We’ll get there.” Sonya kissed my mouth again, and said, “You’re so patient.” She sat back up, still impaled on my cock, and said, “Just a minute, while I get my act together. I can do this.” She adjusted her legs a little, and then leaned back down to lie on my chest, and began to fuck me from above, while I tilted my pelvis to meet her with each stroke. It felt. Being somewhat of an exhibitionist, she had chosen to wear only her bikini and a thin cover-up to the party. It showed all her best assets for a fifty-five-year-old woman. At 5’ 6” and 130 pounds she was still in great shape, just a bit more curvy. She had a terrific ass that most 20-year-olds would like to have, and her breasts were a still a firm 36C. Well, with maybe a bit of sag, but I’m not complaining. She had kept all the men’s attention throughout the day and into the evening. Most of. Well a couple days went by and my husband and Tom had talked about what had happened with him getting a blow job. My husband doesn't really seem like the type of man that would be ok with sharing his wife so Tom was very hesitant to the whole idea going forward. The hubby is a big guy 6'5 about 250lbs and can be pretty intimidating so Tom was smart to tread lightly lol. Anyway a couple days had gone by and we had all talked about going out to a local jazz club/bar. It was a Monday and the three.