She knew I liked that, how hot it got me and unsurprisingly, I felt my cock stir sympathetically in my shorts. I felt a pang of sadness that she had f...llen asleep, waiting for me. I made a silent promise to myself to be better organised in future, to try not to leave things until the last minute as I so often did. I wondered how long she had waited before falling asleep, if she had been able to concentrate on her book and if I had disappointed her by failing to appear before she drifted off? I. I wonder what Antons sperm tastes like? She raised her eyes to look at Anton. Anton, would you let me taste your sperm? A hum reverberated from deep within Anton as he began to pump his cock into Heathers hand, Oh yeah. Ill let you taste my cum, but on one condition. Heather was confused, Whats that? I will shoot my cum into your mouth if you promise not to spill a drop. You have to swallow everything. Is that a deal? Heather smiled, I think I can do that. But what happens if some leaks out and. She pulled off her blouseand let her bra fall off her arms. She tossed them both to the side.She looked up into Vince's eyes as she reached back up under his dress.He couldn't maintain eye contact as his eyes needed to close as she onceagain squeezed him through the panties.She raised his dress up. "I really like your panties," she whispered justloud enough for him to hear. "If I knew you had these on I would spendall evening trying to look up your dress. Seeing your prick through thelace is. I don't think the feeling of sexual conquest is limited to one sex. Of course, I had never had that thought before. Sure there has always been the older woman preying on the younger men, thing going on. It seemed that I wasn't quite the stereotypical female sexual predator type after all. I didn't get off on younger men. No, for me it was the unattainable man or woman who tripped my trigger. Oh sure, there was the occasional scratch my itch screw, but I did prefer the big score.When Marty came.