I fumbled for my cock and within a few short strokes I shot my load 2 or 3 meters across the bathroom, then crumpled in a heap on the floor licking an... kissing the place where her pussy had been. Since that day I had been able to repeat that event only a couple of times but the longing and the lust for this woman never diminished. This was my chance I thought to myself, my mother was dead so she'd never know it would be our secret. She was still sexually active if what my mother had told me. "Take your dress off," I told her, wanting to see that gorgeous female bodywith its hard penis, to see how I felt about it.She stood up and slid off her dress in one easy move, then slowly easeddown her panties to stand in just suspender belt, stockings and high heels.She was fucking hotter looking than I'd hoped and I felt my rod shudder.Her stomach was flat and her tits rose proudly. Her pubes were blond and her hips, even if slim, were cute and feminine--but there was this perfectsmall hard. And she’s bored out of her mind. She’s got these amazing set of tits that almost pop out of that red dress she has on, and her skin is so soft that it glows. Her pussy tastes like honey, you think, and there’s no one in the bar but the two of you. So you walk on over to her and ask her, in the best way you know how, if she’d like a little company. But she says no. You then go back to your barstool and wonder, ‘was it the way I was dressed? Was it my hair? Was it my shoes? Is it because I’m. I took that as an omen that my four years at LRU were gonna be great. You know that feeling of freedom? Or rather, that thrill when you get to experience freedom for the first time? When I stepped into my tiny dorm room and dropped off my luggage, a sense of excitement surged in my chest. I was free to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted to. Okay, writing all of this isn’t the reason why I bought you — after all, you weren’t cheap and I want to use this precious paper to.