I didn't want matter of fact. I wanted screaming, panting, uncontrollable lust. I stood behind him and dropped his pants to the floor. He had on a joc... so the straps were around his hips. I held open his very firm, deliciously round ass cheeks and licked his little dark brown hole.And then again. It was a new hole. I was going to fuck this one for the first time. I found myself kissing his anus like I would have kissed his mouth. Swirling my tongue in and out, and trying to push my lips inside.. He opened his door and let me in. Then he got in and we drove. As we went along we talked, and flirted and before long his hand was on my thigh. I was breathless with excitement and anticipation, but also with a little bit of fear. I was worried what this meant for me…I wanted this, so badly but I was always into women before. What would it be like to be the woman? What would it be like to have a cock ramming into me instead of being the one doing the ramming? I blushed as I realized his hand. Hansen was able to read it from my face. You didn’t need magic, if you were good. Mrs. Hansen was good. Then Alva started giggling and Mrs. Hansen also smiled for the first time since I was there. A small smile which almost made one forget the scars. Almost.“Sorry to disappoint you, young man but that’s not going to happen here. I’ve had my share of men for this life - and a few more - from my late husband and my Alva isn’t that way at all. With your background, I’m sure that you can easily. ” Her hand never stopped caressing the length of his erection. He had difficulty concentrating and Sue knew it and was enjoying seeing him squirm. “Playing windshield wiper is when I sit in front of you, wagging my head from right to left, back and forth, alternately kissing first one nipple and then the other—as in the pfft, pfft sound made by windshield wipers.” Sue laughed and he leaned in to kiss her. She obliged by leaning towards him. He felt a bolt of lightning shoot through his cock.