I met Nelie in a painting class that I had taken purely out of interest. I immediately was attracted to her boyish looks. She had short hair like mine...but hers was jet black and she had innocent looking brown eyes with thin lips and freckles. Her body was also boyish in that she was thin and small tits which I could just barely make out the shape of under her blue blouse. Just looking at her tiny body made me wet and I wanted to get to know her right away.I was a very confident brunette with. (Clenching more and more.)After being granted permission to cum, I would explode - and lose all control. Rapture took hold of me and made me cum over and over and over. I wanted more - always more orgasms. I wanted to please Him and satisfy Him and make Him cum - but part of me just wanted Him to keep pounding His cock deeper into me. And if He wasn’t fucking me, I wanted Him in my mouth. I wanted to slide my lips over His smooth, stiff cock. I wanted to trace that special vein of His with my. Ryan leaned closer to me and pressed his lips hard against mine. I think I hear him moan my name as our tongues slide against eachother. He makes me so hot. He hand slides from my hips down to my ass. More, I think to myself. More. Ryan isnt like the other men Ive been with. he doesnt treat me like a delicate flower, hes rough, and I love it. His hand grasps my ass making me whine inbetween plesurefull kisses. To the bed? he asks me. Mhhm, I reply with a horny break in my voice. I follow Ryan. The older Samantha was seventy when she died, but she certainly died happy…with me fucking her at the time. Her heart gave out but she had a smile on her face throughout that final orgasm. I was fifty at the time and of course that led to my divorce. My wife couldn’t stand the thought that a woman as old as Samantha could satisfy me in bed better than her. The truth be known, my right hand could satisfy me better than my wife too.Anyway just the younger Samantha and I were at the reading of the.