She stood up, the skirt collapsed around her feet and she quickly stepped out of her knickers, serviceable white things, which had left a red, elastic... mark around her chunky waist.I got out of the armchair and peeled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, undid my trousers, and swiftly got them off; they joined the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. Rita lay back in the armchair with her legs open, waiting for the throbbing knob -- which was advertising itself, like a tent pole, in my. Maybe it had all gotten to be too much for her and she’d welcome the respite. He pictured various phone conversations ‘Why are you doing this? ‘What do you care?’ **Click** ‘You know I hate it when you do this?’ ‘Well I wasn’t too thrilled when you walked away’ ‘That’s not fair, I just didn’t want to do that tonight, I would have still stayed up.’ ‘On your terms. Well I’m tired of your terms. **Click** ‘We can work this out.’ ‘I’m not so sure. We’ve worked a lot on this and we’re really no. Oh god I love that ass. She reached around and grabbed my wrists and moved them to my side. ‘Oh I really love the way that feels poking against my clit’ she said as she gyrated her hips moving her pussy over the bulge in my pants. Holding my hands where they were, she continued to lick my neck and lips. I really needed something more so I broke free of her hold and I placed my hands on her shoulders pushing her down to her knees. ‘Oh do you want me to suck that big cock daddy?’ she said in a. Using dildos and fingering myself were common to me for years. Then one day while home from work and feeling hornier than usual I cleaned myself thoroughly, some touch up manscaping not knowing if anything would happen or would just get off being with myself but I logged onto a male only social media site just to see what was going on. Things were quiet for a while then I started chatting with a black gentleman who was about 10 years older than me and lived close by. We talked for some time.