. Whispering I said "you going to fuck me first or let me suck that cock" softly he replied "your the best blow job how could I not want you to suck...it" (we play this game every month"I took his hand and lead him into the pallor sitting down on the walnut Victorian sofa. on my knees his cock in my hand "I wish I knew you were stopping by I would have dressed in an outfit you like honey" I said he replied you look great wearing anything and tapped the top of my head. I parted my red lips and. This fantasy continued for 5 years until I was 17 and although I undressed every mature lady with my eyes wherever I went, I never had the courage to perk up and say anything. I was shy around older women and decided it was best to stick to my hand and fantasies. While watching porn one day I saw an advert for a site named Sex In The Uk and on the cover of the advert was an older woman sitting legs spread. There and then I decided to join the site. Being 17 I was not supposed to be on the site. I placed my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze which was rewarded by a smile as she turned her face towards me. Further encouragement, I thought, this looks promising…..The warmth and closeness of her body soon produced the expected reflex with me, I felt my cock rising, hardening and enlarging and soon I felt it pressing up against her. This presented something of a dilemma in my youthful mind, not knowing how far she was willing to extend our friendship. I thought I’d better play. With her other hand, Pat resumed caressing the cheeks of Betsy's bottom, still centering on the anus where the partially inserted finger was wiggling back and forth, now inside to the first knuckle. She slid it back out."I'll come back to that." Pat promised, giving Betsy a smoky look. "I'll make it feel real good for you." She began to stroke the vaginal opening now, circling it the way she had the anus, prodding and pushing, causing it to secrete lubricant as her sister's sexual arousal.