They called it rabbit sex. The guys piston like mad for a minute or so, then cum and call it a day. My ex had told me about a friend of hers who was m...rried and said her husband’s dick was so small she couldn’t even feel it when they had sex. He did his rabbit humping, came, and that was it. Somehow he managed to get her pregnant, the poor girl. On another occasion I’d gone out drinking with a Korean friend and the mother of one of my private students, a woman in her late 40s, but still very. Catching. Laughter, both of us. Weak as a kitten.Ryan again, fat and smooth and warm in my mouth. Pulsing once more, not so much this time, as I swallowed. Cleaning, licking, letting him slip out when he got small again. Sylvia holding me tight from behind while he finished, her hands warm and making small circles on my boobs.Sleepy. On my side facing the fire, Sylvia spooned against me. Her hand warm on my hip. Ryan behind her, I think.Memory of movement in the night. Small noises. Whimpers, a. Would you?"She sat there. Several times she started to say something but stopped. Then she started, "You are right John, I was easy, at first I thought it was fun getting all that attention from a younger single guy. He danced real good and I found myself getting turned on. He took me along the path I was enjoying so much with great skill. I kept thinking I would stop him before anything too bad happened. But when he started touching my nipples and my pussy I completely zoned out. It felt so. As our bodies met I pressed myself into her so she could feel the growing bulge in my pants. "I guess you do like it," she said, grinding her ass into me with a giggle.I remember moaning softly in her ear as my hands moved from her hips, sliding down her thighs. She felt so familiar, yet each time I touched her like this was like the first time exploring the lines of her body.Pressing against her neck, I breathed heavily in her ear as I started to lift her skirt. As I began to hike her skirt.