"I love it", said Helen. "I love riding your young cock. It takes me back."Helen rode him like a pro and he admired her stamina. It was like looking a... a new woman in action. The young stud still had much to give to this elderly babe; turning her around and planting his cock inside her pussy one more time, pounding harder and going faster than before. Helen wanted more and received it as much as she could endure. No matter how old she was she could take it like a trooper, and if she did have a. I knew better than to try and remove them myself, so I just raised my hands up and turned my crotch towards Emma.(Author’s note: Please, always wear your seatbelt. Unless, that is, you are trapped in an erotic novel and it is inconvenient to the plot.)Emma unbuttoned my shorts and reached for the zipper.“Careful with the zipper, please!” I said hurriedly. “No underwear to protect anything down there!”Emma lowered my zipper with a theatrical slowness. She pulled my shorts forward as she did and. When I reached, she was arranging vessels for cooking. As I entered, she turned back and had a look. Maybe she heard the sound of my steps. She looked at me once and returned back to her work. I moved and stood beside her but facing her. Imagined? I stood relaxing my back to the shelf. I was not seeing her. But, She asked, “you Need something?” “No, nothing. I came simply” “OK fine”. I began to see her face. She looked up and noticed that and a naughty smile appeared on her face. She was. That soft stroke of humiliation as you wait, anticipating whatis to follow. The whispered chuckles of those watching you, you wondering which I am.You blush a little, conscious you are wet, embarrassed that this whole charade isarousing.As you sit down at your drink again, you notice a slip of paper and a twenty poundnote, the paper with a hotel name and a room number on it, both placed on top of anenvelope marked "open on arrival". You finish your drink hurriedly and gather yourthings,.