I noticed she still had on nylons from her trip to town earlier, slippers on her feet and a short cover-up instead of a dress . My right arm reached a...ound her waist right were the flare of her hips began its long line to the top of her thighs, my hand also discerning a garter belt and panties, no slip. My mind raced at the thought of getting to undo her garters and peel her nylons off those shapely legs and soft thighs...we talked about mostly nothing, my face close to hers smelling her. He wasn’t even intimidated by letting me pay.I didn’t want this evening to end, not at all. I had finally met a guy who seemed very comfortable in his own skin who let me be me. I was really turned on by his age and experience and I knew I was fucking wet down there. I took his hand a few times as we talked, to let him know I was interested in him “that way”. I was going to break one of my cardinal rules, I knew I was … I was going to fuck this man on our first date. If he found out how. Yet still, I kept sucking, licking and finger-fucking.“Oh my god! Oh god. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!” Brooke cried as another wave of cum poured out of her, while she squeezed me harder still.Even the tiniest movement sent shivers coursing through her body and tide after tide of juices flooded from her soaking cunt, a puddle quickly growing on the bed. Finally, I needed air, so I slowed up, releasing her clitoris and allowing my fingers to fall from her.Looking up at Brooke I smiled. She was panting like. Man! That had to hurt! Still, it would pale in comparison to the pain Carson was feeling. As I pulled the door down over the opening, I saw him jumping around screaming and holding his balls.I put the gun back quickly, crawled outside, replaced the panel, and strolled across the back yard. I continued until I hit the next street and walked a few blocks to a local pub. I felt I had earned a few beers. How many guys can shoot like that?As I sipped a cold Sam Adams, I considered the havoc that was.