Ella rubbed my cock with her hand; I thought, why not? and put my hand down by her bum and squeezed. "Shall we go somewhere and fuck?" Ella said.I cou...dn't believe it; I was 53 and here was this beauty wanting my cock. I grabbed her hand and we walked off to the ladies' room. I pushed the door open. She sat down, pulled down my zip, and pulled out my cock.Her warm, moist lips wrapped round my cock. I was ready to cum. It had been along time since I'd been given a blow job.She looked up at me. The stranger's hand now rested on her panty-less arse as she heard his first spoken words, "Hello sexy, if you're interested in that then follow me right now; we are going to go to the video booths!"Sally seemed unable to put the magazine down as she silently followed the man as if hypnotised by him; the man stopped by the pay desk to get some tokens and the guy behind the counter pointed to the magazine still held firmly in Sally's hands almost reluctantly the man paid out the five pounds for. You can't go back, as they say.I know that last sentence was a bit run on, but I did that on purpose, to give you some sense of the frustration Caitlin went through each time she came to my house, rubbed her clitty raw, and then went home still a virgin.Of course I'm making this sound like the only thing she was interested in was my penis in her vagina. That's silly, especially since, for most of those six years, she was too young to actually understand what sex really was. For some of them she. Another familiar face came on the screen. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Ashley’s father, about three years younger looking than he currently was. “We started doing this together about three years ago,” he began, smiling down at someone offcamera, “when she saw me masturbating in my room at night after having a bad dream, and became very curious. She was very forward about it all, asking very good questions about everything, and showing she wasn’t afraid to be…” he laughed, “very… ‘hands-on’.