But a bit heavier.And more muscular.He was mid 50's. I always liked an older guy.Eddy was a bit wimpish,but Gerry,as he introduced himself as,was very...manly.He needed a shave,and looked like he had come from work,but it was after 3 in the morning."Need a ride darling " he had said,his green eyes sparkling." I'd love a ride" I told him,flirting so I could get home.He asked what direction I was going,so I told him."Sorry",he said,"I'm going nowhere near there",and went to move off."Wait,wait," I. But it was no ordinary tongue. It stretched on and on, longer, snake-like, and he waved it in front of his face sinuously. I could suddenly imagine it inside of me. I could almost feel it. Almost. Ahh. Yes, feel it! My nipples throbbed."No!" I said suddenly, shaking my head to clear it. "I don't love you!"He laughed uproariously. "LOVE! Who cares about love? You have never loved!"I felt the tears on my cheeks. I could still feel that tongue inside me. Almost. He could do things to my body that. "Who is it?" she said without touching the heavy door."I have a message from your son."A familiar voice, she thought. Which son? Her pulse quickened as she pulled the door open and raised her flickering lamp. "Why, Mr. Bouve. Do come in. This is a surprise."The dapper man removed his hat and bowed slightly as he crossed the threshold. His empty sleeve was pinned to his shoulder, and he held a riding crop under the stump of his missing arm."You have a message for me," Seth's mother stated,. The lips separate from my flesh. Sliding across the tip, his tongue gathers my salty emission which is leaking from me. Hot breath surrounds the glans, and again the lips close around the rim of from my pulsating cock head. His tongue dances across the velvety pink flesh for a moment before the lips, slide across the tip once again pressing the tip into my cock tube, only stopping to nibble for a moment at the pink top again. Oh another finger teases inside as I leak more and his hot breath.