We often invited Jean and her husband Don over for dinner and to join us for various activities. Jean accepted most of our invitations, but Don was us...ally too busy with work or another of his projects to join us. This didn't bother me or Kathy, because we never really came to like Don. We don't really dislike him, but we don't miss him when he isn't there either. Every time Jean tried to apologize for what she saw as Don's rudeness, we dismissed it as his problem, not something she had to. In one swift motion, he threw his apron over his shoulder and started to unbuckle his pants. In such a state of shock, she kept staring. Not making a peep. When his manhood finally had relief from not being contained, he sighed and started on her shorts.His legs kept her from moving, and she didn't dare raise her hands to him. He easily and slowly unzipped her shorts, staring into her eyes as he did so. Rosey felt herself become more confused than anything. She wondered why she wasn't scared,. My name is Michael Scott Cline and these are my sex story’s. All together I have about five different sex parter in my life and unfortunately for me many of them were basically a one night stand. Other than my current wife Ashley. She turn out to be my fifth and final sexual partner.Well I do believe I should start at the beginning an give you some back story information. To help you follow a lot better. You will notice as we go along there an slight differences of age of my parter and my age. Then it happened. Her mouth engulfed my cock, a moan escaping her as she took me into her mouth. Slowly she slurped and I responded. Soon she was moaning against me, and I was bucking and then my load was draining down her throat. After she sucked me dry, she raised. “Are you going to buy me dinner or what?” After getting home and a couple of drinks, we were off again fucking like there was no tomorrow. Well, now its tomorrow and she is standing in the archway, wearing an orange nightie that.