She got to hear my story. 35 years old, married for the second time, no k**s. We got to her home, a cosy row house with a pretty garden. She invited m... in. We started undressing as soon as the door closed. Man, she was hot! Out of her clothes she looked just as pretty as my 30 year old wife. Large boobs with dark pink areolas and stubby, thick nipples, which I gladly twisted and kissed. She didn't shave, not even her armpits. Only her ass was a little overweight and the skin of her top thighs. The guy she had pushed looked furious, and stepped right in front of her. “just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked. “the ladies’ room had a line halfway to boulder” she said. It was obvious that she was a little drunk, and she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that 7 guys were watching her piss in a urinal, with one guy directly in front of her.Well big flannel guy still seemed pretty pissed off that she had shoved him, and he looked down at her messy golden spray. He slowly. A job’s a job, so we’ll have to make the best we can of it. At least you’ll have your freedom in a couple of months,” she grinned.“Yeah,” I nodded. “I hope you’re wrong about conflicts, but I’m afraid, based on my own experience, that you may be right. Combination nursemaid and cheerleader should be the job description.”Leanne was an attractive young woman, probably a couple of years older than me. She was of medium height, with a nice, rounded body, a clear complexion, hazel colored eyes, and. But I didn't close! lol I took about half of him in and let the underside of his shaft just barely touch my tongue and pulled back stroking. He let out a sigh and looked back down at me smiling. I was running my hand down his penis and back up looking at him. No smile, no grin, no talking from me. His grin faded as I inched my face back to him. As I stared into his eyes, I lowered my head back onto him and took him all the way to the back of my throat, my mouth wide open, nose touching his.