Melly was so engrossed with the ministrations I was performing with my tongue; she didn’t notice Connie take her turn on my cock. She finally opened...her eyes and saw Connie had replaced Brandi and said, “Hey bitch, you took my turn!”“You snooze, you lose,” retorted Connie. “Besides, you looked too far gone with his tongue in your snatch; I didn’t want to disturb you.”“Yeah, I guess you’re right; he’s pretty good at this,” responded Melly.“You want to switch? I just want to get off quick. Still dripping wet, he carried me to my bed and made love to me, bringing me up to the point of orgasm, but not allowing me to climax. Then, with my nipples hardened almost to the point of pain, pearls of moisture clinging to my pussy, my clit throbbing rhythmically, he told me to finish getting ready to go out.While I put on my makeup and dried and styled my hair, he chose my attire for the evening: a short cobalt blue wrap-around dress of heavy silk, cut on the bias so that it clung to my. How these girls had learned everything they knew was beyond me. It was very clear that they had been taught the value of extreme attraction when enticing the “very mature” male. (I like that label better than “older”.)I had begun to suspect that they were doctoring my coffee a bit, but who was I to complain? Like the title of the old Brit bawdy flics, I said, “Carry On, Nurse”.“Oh, Grandpa. You do me so good.”Now, who wouldn’t respond to that? It felt as if I had grown an extra inch as I. "Yeah, I'm willing to admit I'm not a bright bulb sometimes but that guy..." Hmmm... Hold me before I slide off your lap. This needs dealing with."I shift myself around until I'm comfortable and then get down to business. Oh, I use my vagina and squeeze Mark's penis in thanks. He was right to draw this to my attention.I am doing a study on why women go out with men, date men and eventually marry men.Roland.I find your use of this newsgroup to conduct a survey - unusual. I will, however, attempt.