That felt even better and I wanted more so I took his hand and slipped it under my bra so he could feel my breast itself. It felt so wonderful to hav... him squeezing my breast and then he touched my nipple and I jumped.He asked, “Is that alright, do you want me to stop?”“No, keep on touching me”, I said, “it feels so good. I like it.”CJ started rubbing my nipple again. I had never had a boy touch my nipple before but I sure wanted it now and lots more in the future. Then CJ pinched it and a. Papoo started pumping me real hard. “aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uummmmmmoouuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa”, I wailed as my body was rocked by his penetration and one of the guy who was pressing both my breast. The guy who said those disgusted words to me too joined rubbing my back and moved his hands on my butts and where he wanted this was turning me into real slut “Haaiinn ooouuiiiiiiiiii mmmaaaaa cchhooddoooooooooo ccchhhooddooooooooo muujjhheeeeeeeeeeeee aaauuuuuu. And she certainly wouldn't go down on me.Eventually, I just gave up on changing her mind. It was a lost cause. I resigned myself to once a month turning out the lights, climbing under the covers, lifting the front of her nightgown and rolling between her legs. Then I would pump until I came, at which point she would get up and go to the bathroom to clean up. The rest of the time I would just masturbate, and while Jessica didn't love it, she came to accept my collection of pornography as better. As long as I didn't fuck her, as long as I didn't slide my dick between those long lovely legs of hers it wasn't real, it didn't count! I know that is crazy. Maybe that's why they call it middle-aged crazy. It was all just fantasies, that's all it was.But if Mary was telling the truth, the truth I'd never known for all those years, Elaine hadn't realized it was all just a middle-aged man's fantasy. She had thought it was real. That's why she had never called me again after that phone call to.