Bethany had thought Chastity the nipple queen. The doyen of held delighted suspense and breast play. Bernard had upped the expectation. His hands were...massaging in full counter clockwise circles bringing her breasts nearly together, then flickering her nipples, then circling out, then back in. Pleasure rising, both ways through sensual caressing. Bethany had to French kiss him and did so, lingering longer than usual over his tongue.Bernard eased her back on the piano stool. Her already soaking. He seemed….distracted somehow. Evan was reacting almost as an afterthought, not even trying to go offensive, even Cadee could see that. The entirety of the first round was Evan trying to fend off the other fighter and get back on the offesnsive. When the bell rang, everyone was ready for it, including Evan, Cadee and the crowd. Evan slumped back to his corner, looking dazed. Cadee sat down in her seat, worried that Evan might actually lose. Her girlfriends had never seen Cadee so down, they all. Within 3 days there were about 20 responses. I ruled out the married guys and guys younger than 50. A couple guys even left phone numbers! We ruled out anyone living to close, within 15 miles. Then I chose 3 "Finalists" and one happened to be on line at the time, and we responded, he wrote back immediately, and give his phone number, he was a 62 year old widower, he had a nice cock picture, long, fairly thin, he was balding, and kind of thin, without any facial hair. He said we could come to. We started going to chat rooms together. He enjoyed having me flirt with guys there, and I thought this was a safe alternative. I would send them pictures, and sometimes webcam chat with them. It drove him nuts to see their reactions and knowing they were cumming looking at me. It turned me on too. We would always end up having mind-blowing sex afterwards.One night, I started chatting, and a guy messaged me. We started with introductions; we exchanged photos. He said, "Holy shit, you're fucking.