He looked confused, I had not said 'No', to him, but only offered an excuse instead, so I gently parted my Labia and showed him my white cord to my ta...pon, 'That's in there, that's why', can you imagine what people would say if they saw us now, a women of 27 spreading her pussy for a boy to look at?'Can I touch it', he asked in a determined fashion, I just knew I was never going to get rid of this inquisitive teenager unless I let him get off, besides there was my own need for release, 'OK', I. I made sure I was really worked up well (not hard to do with this lady in the house) and from time to time, I would just cross the hall and sit on the counter with the door wide open and jack off. I could hear her still downstairs but I would just keep moving back and forth between my room and the bathroom hoping she would come down the hall.At some point I could hear her coming upstairs with some cleaning stuff, so I hurried over to the bathroom, jumped on the counter and stroked my rock hard. She had long hair, which clearly had been bleached to keep the blond color. Her face lacked any wrinkles, and her breasts were two perfect oversized melons sitting on her chest. Patricia muttered "trophy bunny", under her breath as the woman checked her bags to make sure they were inside and then walked up to the counter."Linda Tuttle, my husband and I have a reservation for your best suite," the blond said. "And can you get the porter to help my husband with the skis?"Linda was looking. But I never seemed to want to stop, not even when I began to realize just how self-destructive the addiction was.Unlike a lot of people who become addicted, I know exactly when my addiction started, right down to the last minute. I was at work when my wife called me and asked me to stop at the pharmacy on my way home from work and pick up her prescription. I said that I would and then about half an hour later I suddenly remembered that I didn't know where to go to get it. I tried to call back,.