I think about Darrell's cock. I slip my hand back down to his lap and squeeze it. I love that it is mine to play with; I can do anything I want with i.... Darrell loves it.It's so fucking big. God I love the way it feels in my hand. What has happened to me? I run my hand all over it and it just makes me horny. I can't believe I'm feeling him up, but it feels so good. My cock throbs uncontrollably. I want to feel his cock in my mouth. I want to run my tongue all over it. I think about the image in. I'm very nervous about showing my stomach to you, but you immediately put me at ease by placing a kiss on it and mumbling, "So beautiful, baby." Instead of removing my bra first, like men tend to do, you pull down my thong panties (which were purposely put on after my garter belt--a bit cheeky on my part). Even though you are wearing black trousers, I can see your excitement growing inside of them. Loving the empowerment, I open my thighs to allow you a better view of my freshly-shaved lower. They were all talking and then all stopped when we came in. Mathis introduced me to all his friend’s wives and they all seemed really nice. Franks wife Sally was pouring wine and we were all having a good time when Mathis told me that he needed to talk to me. So we excused ourselves to the bathroom. He shut the door and told me that I was the entertainment for the evening. When I protested he simply opened the door and walked out. I slowly followed. He was standing alone with Frank and. As I entered the old upmarket Edwardian mansion block in the suburbs I was met by a smartly dressed lady but there was something different. I could not figure it out but usually, you don’t meet many mature women over fifty dressed to the nines in a figure hugging dress finishing an inch above her knees. Mind you, although on the plump side, she did have a reason – great legs. “Mr Young, pleased to meet you, I am Gwendolyn Green. Thank you for coming. We are in a unique position, so to speak,.