I gently collected her clitoral hood, which was shielding her delicate clit within, between my thumb and two fingers and gave it a pulsing sensation b... rapidly squeezing and releasing. I jacked her by short stroking her hood over her clit like I would the foreskin over the head of my cock. I had fallen almost into a trance as I explored her.I instantly snapped out of it, remembering Mike was somewhere in the house and surely coming back to join us. It was imperative that I see and taste this. Every so often she’d come over from the bed, where she lay watching TV to see what progress I’d made. She’d rub my shoulders a little, or my head. Ordinarily that was some of my favorite contact, but when I was nodding off trying to finish up, it wasn’t helping the cause. Then she moved around and sat on my lap to review what I had done. My head fell on her back, my eyes closed, longing to fall asleep and not work anymore that night, but I wasn’t done yet. I answered her questions and we. "Mmhmm," I said."This is my shit. It came from me. You see me as a sexy, tight teenage girl. But this sexy teenager had this in her." She paused, looked down, and darted her eyes back up to me. "...What do you think of that?" she asked.Without the slightest ounce of malice. She got me. She knew that I truly was an ass man. As I looked at the brightness in her eyes, I knew that all she wanted was for me to drop my inhibitions...a stark, vulnerable sex freak not afraid to show it. After all, I. The clubhouse was freshly decorated with modern work out machines and a number of them were being used. The pool was large and judging by the ladies he seen there in their bathing suits he knew that if he wanted to meet some younger women he would need to look elsewhere. He picked up the complex's newsletter and some local papers to see what would interest him in the way of dining and entertainment.The view that he had from his condo was that of the golf course and he thought he would take.