But I prefer the south because I hate the cold and it's nice down here most of the year.Katherine is a very beautiful and sexy fifty-year-old woman, a...out five feet, seven inches tall, with fair skin, long, blonde hair and a killer body. She thoroughly enjoys sex, but after a nasty divorce, she is understandably hesitant about any kind of committed relationship.She met me when she was passing through Dallas on a trip a few years back. Her friend knew of me and knew that Katherine could use. I looked at her and said yes I loved it. She reached over and pulled the covers off me without saying a word and there I was with a raging hardon under my tighty whites, could not hide it.She looked and asked if that happened all the time and I said, yes then she asked what I did about it. I looked at her and with a stupid grin said do with what. She took her hand and put it on my cock and said “this”, I didn’t know what to say or do.She told me that what was about to happen was never to leave. ” While she placed the ring on her bedside table, I sat up and stretched, sore from maintaining one position for so long. Looking back down, I smiled as I gazed upon Angel’s flawless body, almost glowing in the darkness from her arousal.“I’m ready, put it wherever you want.” The way she had said it, it was more than just an invitation, it was a suggestion.“Angel, you really mean wherever?” She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes full of love. “I don’t know why you never made the move yourself.. The warm, liquid, toothy taste of burger. She pulled Puss to her as the two battled their tongues together. “Hey, tart! Don’t you love me, too?” asked Dilly, pushing her face into the melee. “Giss tongue!” And there the three were, watched by Rosanne who liked a bit of tongue but not so much as the others, as they took tongue to cheek to tooth, and rubbed each others’ backs as they did so, hands under each others’ tee-shirts, until, a few minutes later, their tongues sore from the probing,.