Then she asked me if I would fuck her friend for her as she had only ever fucked her husband before, she lost her virginity on her wedding night and h...d never had another cock fuck her! She was about 45 years old, with long black hair, large tits and a lovely pair of long legs, she was wearing one of those flower patterned dresses like a normal house wife would wear and she looked a real prude, I can still remember thinking how she looked as if butter would not melt in her mouth.She looked at. “How is your knee? I know you said it was bothering you the other day.”Though her voice was friendly, he could hear the tremor in it. Was she intimidated by him, or was it something else? He returned her smile, not taking his eyes off her. “It’s fine.”“Good,” she said, tugging on the hem of her sweater. “That’s good.”They stared at each other, her eyes wide and unblinking, his steady and rapt, as something passed between them. Tension seemed to vibrate the air like a taut cord. All the times. ”At five-three, I was a scant inch taller, but I used that inch to its advantage, a kiss aimed for the area just above her upper lip, which caused her to groan in frustration. I loved to do this: to tease her. It made the end result wild, untamed, to the point of being nigh-on animalistic. Her fingers clenched in my hair and I watched her, my dark green eyes meeting hers through gold-rimmed glasses.When our lips finally met, it was explosive. My body went rigid for a split second before I let. He learned about a hidden well-placed tattoo.He searched through the university’s newspaper archives and found a few things she’d written, articles and letters to the editor. And one other sexy tidbit: In her sophomore year, she’d won second runner-up in a wet t-shirt contest on campus. The girl who won was not nearly as attractive but she had big tits and had taken her top off and thrown it into the crowd, and then proceeded to get felt-up by eighty or ninety frat boys. Milo was glad to.