Back in 1962, when I was just eighteen, she was thirty-eight years old. At five foot five inches tall, she weighed about 140 pounds. Her blonde hair, ...hich was dyed, fell at shoulder length. Although her figure was average, she had some prominent features. Her 38D size breasts, a rounded belly from child bearing matched her slightly large ass, and beautiful legs that ended at her well trimmed pubic hair. Her most striking feature of all was her milk white complexion. She, like most people back. The feel was wonderful, electric, almost overpowering. I watched my slim fingers glide up my shins and over my knees. It was such a feminine gesture and yet it was so right. My long, red painted nails dragged slightly against my stockings adding to the sensual feeling.I was shaken from my reverie by the feeling of encroachment, I looked up, and standing in front of the table was this guy. He was about 6' tall, short black wavy hair, olive Mediterranean complexion, dark brown eyes, bushy. In the very middle of that sat what was more like a large brandy snifter. It sat on a slightly short pedestal, and the slightly flattened goblet gleamed in the light that came from above. There was something 'portentous' looking about it!I glanced around me and saw the smiling faces of all those other guys standing around looking at me. I felt my pulse thudding in my chest."Is everybody READY?!" Jackson asked.There was a murmur from the others, and there was a sudden, general. She went into my room and made some noise I couldn't hear to well over my crazy heartbeat but it felt great to be with someone. Anyway she finally walked in the room fully dressed up and gorgeous stunning she was in domme leather and had a bag of toys she said she likes to use.... I explained I had never done anything sexual other then with a regular woman and had no idea where to start. She walked over to me and began to kiss deeply, she slowly pushed me onto my couch and laid me back where.