I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than an intimate relationship with her, and that desire was an aspect of my sexuality I’d never known I ...ad. So forbidden, it struck a deep chord with me.I looked at my hands and saw age; skin slightly looser than in my youth, scars and calluses from a lifetime of work. I was old. I might not feel it, but I was an old man in the eyes of the world.It was wrong. This wasn’t a complex situation. I was wrong.I opened my mouth to tell her and blurted out. I jumped up and tried to pull my trousers up to cover myself, my cock shrinking with embarrassment. Jo stepped into the office and closed the door, locking it behind her. Her look of surprise had changed to a look of lust. She stepped towards me and told me to get undressed. I didn't need to be told twice and soon I was standing there in just my sheer pantyhose, my cock beginning to grow again. Jo undid her blouse and took it off and then stepped out of her skirt. I reached out and felt her. Suddenly and without warning she pulled away, the little of the condom that hung from her brushing my nose. "I asked you a question! Do you like kissing my pussy after I've been fucked by another guy?!" Yes, Miss!" Are you thinking about his big cock sliding in and pounding me where you're kissing? His big balls bouncing off me with every stroke?" Yes," I replied truthfully."Yes, what!?" Yes, Miss." Tell me how much you like kissing my pussy right after I've had someone else's cock inside me.". Jake was sitting with her in the semi-darkness, his six -foot frame, seemingly all legs and arms, lounging all over the cushions of the settee. His dark brown skin was taught over his noble face and his dark serious eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire-light as he listened to the story. The sexy tale had made Emma, to her pleasant surprise, feel rather sensual. She was aware of the lower part of her body already flooded with warmth, dampness in her knickers. Glancing down into Jake’s lap.