Lots of things trigger this fetish. However, not a lot of us get the opportunity to realise our needs, so we make do with substitutes. This is a story...from my own horny imagination. There is no sex in this story but later installments will hopefully give you all a nice hard on. Hope you enjoy.No matter which way you look at it, there must be lots of 60 plus women who actually like and enjoy sex. But for whatever reason they are either: afraid to admit to enjoying it or they think they are not. I was still working on Charley when I heard Mark start saying “oh fuuuuuck, oh fuuuuck, I am getting ready to cum so hard. He then grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him burying his cock into me as deep as it could possibly go. I then realized that Mark was cumming as his cock began to pulse and throb inside my now overstimulated pussy. I felt his hot cum being pumped deep into my pussy. I, then, started to have what was the most intense orgasm I had yet and said to Mark “don’t stop, keep. But she didn’t. She sat on the settee too, next to me. Oh God, I thought, I’m in trouble now. I could smell her perfume, sweet, musky, intoxicating. She must have been re-applying her makeup as well, because her lips were bright, scarlet almost, here eyeshadow accentuating the brown depths of her eyes. Shit, I thought, I’ve been staring at her for ages - I looked away, downwards , only to see that she had crossed her legs and her dress had a slit up to her thigh - exposing her graceful slim. The night of the party we went to Debbie’s house. She opened the door, a smile on her face, and we handed her our gift of her favorite bottle of wine. Debbie was petite, perhaps about 5,5, with medium sized tits and a perfect, small, heart shaped ass. We played the game while enjoying the wine, and I made sure Debbie’s glass of wine remained full. At a point part way into the game Diane suggested we up the ante, and start stripping every time we missed a question. Debbie thought about it for a.