Before internet and satellite TV. A time when an older woman could fuck a younger man and it would not blasted all over the news. We had to go outside... I had my group of friends and as we entered puberty together we started to pay attention to girls and ladies. One woman stands out. She was called Canyon Land also known as Shelly Canyon. I don't know her real last name nor do I know her husband. She lived around the corner from me and me and my gang ran into her every where. We called her. My tongue probed back into her pussy, looking for another tasty treat.Sophia muttered something, but I missed it. Then I gasped as something buzzing touched my clit. The naughty minx was playing with her magical dildo. I spread my thighs, cum leaking out of my pussy as Sophia rubbed my clit. I moaned into her pussy, the pleasure shooting through my body.“I can't touch your pussy with all that nasty cum in there,” Sophia purred, “but my toy can.”I groaned into her pussy. I worked my tongue all. I felt her hand touch my head, not pushing but almost suggesting that I kiss it. So I did. The 'skin' of the head was soft with a hard core. It must have cost her a fortune."Ooo, baby, that feels so good. Kiss it all over."I got myself settled so I could lean down to the whole cock easily and began to kiss and lick the whole thing, from the fat head down to the hairless but moveable balls. I saw little traces of the slutty red lipstick I'd chosen for the evening."Janie, will you suck the head?. "Oh, yes'um, she didn't fool me one little bit, that brazen hussy! She was just looking for an excuse, any excuse, to go foolin' with any boy who happened upon her that night." She'd wink here at the listener as if sharing a deep, dark secret. She liked winking. It made her stories more conspiratorial in nature. A shared telling was her passion."And Hannah didn't run into any ol' boy that night, no sirree! Oh, she sure met someone who was in a mood to hanky-panky, all right, but he was no mere.