She responds with a yes and I ask if she's ever fucked an older man. She says no. I can tell she's nervous. I ask if her pussy is wet and before she r...sponds I run my hand up her inner thigh and brush my fingers across her panties. I can feel her wetness through the sheer fabric. I gently rub her clit through her panties for a minute, making her catch her breath. I tell her to get on her knees. When she does I tell her to undo my pants. I pull my hard cock out and slowly pull her head towards. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon bucket read: ACME 1 Part Latex Molding Compound --> ask for it by name Gross, Jill.’ ‘It’s not gross, you prude, it’s a necessity. Maybe I’ll return that silk shirt and get you one of those for Christmas instead. You look like you need to loosen up a little. Something’s got you more stressed out than usual.’ ‘No, I love that shirt. And I’m not stressed out. Please, I’m begging you. Do not get me a vibrator. Help me out here, Aves.’ ‘Sorry Cass, I’m gonna have to go with Jill on this one. I love mine. Both of them. Sometimes at the same time.’ ‘That’s what I’m. We were kissing, I was reaching inside her shirt teasing a nipple. Her breathing was getting heavier, and she kept asking me what I wanted. I simply said "You". She proceeded to stand up and remove her shorts. I will never forget how her un-tanned ass stood in contrast to the rest of her as she slowly lowered herself onto my dick. To this day, tanlines are a total fetish of mine! She proceeded to start riding me. I reached around and started teasing both nipples. She leaned back against.