This is about our first encounter with a BBC.A little backround, we are both in our mid 50's. She is 5 ft 1 in, about 175 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes,...is multi orgasmic and a squirter. I am 5ft 11in, 200 lbs, and since a heart attack a few years ago, have had and ED problem due to medications once in awhile. She is a "southern woman", with all that carries with it. We discussed finding a guy to fill the niche I couldn't provide, and she said sure, no blacks, no asians, no latinos... You get the. When I came downstairs I wanted to sneak intothe rec room and hide, but couldn't stop myself from going back out ontothe porch. Alex's mouth dropped open.Gwenn smirked evilly as she inspected me. She told her date, "Thosethings you mentioned Mike -- I mean Mink -- telling you. About me beingwith ex-cons and pimps. Those are what he fantasizes about happening tohim. In fact, he uses sissy body language that he hopes will attractsomebody dangerous like that." She looked me right in the eyes. I don’t know if it was the drinks or just from being so damn horny but I gave in.“Well, OK why not. First let me fix me another drink.”Zaheer: “Here Mom, let me do that for you.”“Thanks honey…”Zaheer went to fix my drink giving Zora and I a chance to talk. We discussed how she felt about Zaheer and I was startled to find out that she was all for it. She even wanted to participate. When Zaheer returned he sat on the couch and has all of us a fresh round of drinks.“OK, where do you want me to. As they looked at each other, we saw ancient encouragements flashing back and forth. On the surface, they had come here for some fun at the pier. Underneath that, biological destiny had sent them searching– for us, it seemed. Authoritative, but sympatico, men who obviously enjoyed their company and were not at all threatening. Men with experience and success in the world, who would not stifle their own creative urges, but would encourage them. In ancient terms, chiefs of the tribe, men who.