Sheila and Peter Anne sometimes had played around with me when they lived in Savannah; but just only had been some fondling and kissing, as far as it ...ent. Sheila had told me during the last months she had been exploring her bi side and I knew that Peter really wanted to enjoy my cunt and ass…So, Memphis would be a nice place for me to spend some wild days…On Sunday morning I enjoyed a good breakfast at the hotel. In the afternoon I had a good siesta and finally in the early evening I called. . Helen. I'd love that." I made ready to get up and stand in front of her, like she had done to me, but she took my hand and led me through to Mr. Petersen's office, where she sat down in the sofa with me standing in front of her."You ARE sure, that it's OK for me to touch you?" Of course, Mrs... Helen. I really want it." And you don't think I'm too old to touch you this way?" While she said this, her hand travelled from my knee up the inside of my thigh."I think you are lovely, Helen, and this. I don’t trust anyone but you to be my first. I don’t think you’ve noticed the way I look at you, trying to guess how big your cock is, and if I look sexy enough to make you get hard for me.“I have noticed the way you look at me though, especially when I wear a swimming suit. If I wear a one piece, you look for a camel toe, and if it’s a bikini, you eat my tits up with your eyes.“Since we want each other, get me naked daddy. Take me to bed. Let me give you my virginity. Make love to me daddy and. I will call you after some time.She disconnected and threw the phone. “You bastard. I will rip your cock off!” she screamed. She held my cock straight against her pussy and slid her pussy down on it. She moaned, riding me harder and faster, in long vertical movements, pumping myself into her to the max.“Aah!” she moaned. She was riding me ferociously like a rag doll. I could sense the start of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy and knees trembling violently. She leaned forward, her hands on.