”She laughed and told me,“Of course not, silly, and do call me Addie, that is what my Roger calls me. I can pretend you are him visiting on shore ...eave. I get so lonely with him away at sea so often. You do look like him, except you are a lot younger.”The mention of our age difference startled me because, in all honesty, Addie was so terribly attractive that it was not on my mind at all. I had noticed from the first time we met on the bus that she was wearing her tight-fitting skirt in a way. Ground rules in place we decide where to meet. I was so nervous driving to see him but my pussy was getting wet. I had seen his cock and his face, I was looking forward to meeting MB. I missed my turn off so had to drive about 5 min up the road before I could turn around. Luckily I like to arrive early places so I wasn't running late because of my error. Earlier in the day when we were chatting, I had made a comment about being excited like a school girl. When I finally pulled in I parked. I just love it. I need it. I always have. I love to feel it fill my insides. I love to feel it coat my tongue as a guy cums in my mouth. I love to feel it shot all over my body.” “So Jason won’t give it to you?” “He will, and does. But he has to work so much that he’s exhausted when he gets home and is asleep by the time we could have some “alone time” from the k**s. And when I get a craving for some cum, I NEED to have it. I planned on getting some, lots in fact, today, but then he was called. I hear the words escaping, but she appears to not hear, my first jets of ejaculatory excitement escape the swollen shaft. Spurting upward and on to her, thick sexual juice, splashing her face, her mouth and nose covered by the first two strong streams of sperm. Further jets of sperm are released, her grip and rhythm controlled and fluent, creating the endless feeling of sexual release from deep within me, I hear myself gasping with pleasure, urging her on, as each stream of sperm coats her.