She decided to look elsewhere. Fortunately, I was on the receiving end. She was 46, I was 47. After meeting for the first time and Carol telling me sh... liked to see cocks, I asked her back over to my apartment. When she could get away from hubby, we would meet. Always she wore a short skirt.. One Saturday, she told her husband she was going shopping and would be back around 5 PM. She arrived at my apartment around 1:00 PM. True to form, she was wearing a short skirt. We kissed and made. There a bad man puts his hand on her thigh. I read it over and over again, until I could smell my dad's beer in the bar. I could feel the cracked vinyl seat against my thigh. I could see the man's big pores on his face, the stubble pushing through. I could see a neon bar sign reflected on the grease on his mustache. I could feel him squeeze the flesh of my little leg, hear his low groan of pleasure. That short moment exploded out into minute detail. My fantasies were formed from that. It isn't like I haven't slept with married men!" Well, good on you," Lynne grumbled, "but don't worry. I can take care of myself." We'll see," Trevor was obviously skeptical, and made to leave."One sec," Lynne called after him. "Why do you call her The Mountie?"Trevor leered again, "Because she always gets her girl."Based on her conversation with Trevor, Meechele Richman was not at all what Lynne expected. A little on the short side, with a fit, athletic build, Meechele had wide shoulders,. I turned him around and sread his firm ass cheeks and nuzzled my nose in his crack, enjoying the funky aroma it held. I started rimming him and reached around to jerk him off, as he moaned telling me how good it felt. I feasted on his ass for a few minutes before turning him once more and taking his 7" uncut cock into my mouth and down my throat. I held it there for several seconds enjoying the nasty flavor of his unwashed cock, before backing off and leaving just the end of it in. I then.