Jane knew what she wanted and she was taking it her way to brand her message into this man. She wanted no confusion, Jane wanted Greg. His eyes closed... fluttered really, his balance was off but he was falling into a rhythm, pressing forward in opposition to her thrusting motion, hands and mouth in unison, sucking, loving. He couldn’t control it, he was moaning. He was hot, wet, hard, slick, squeezed, sucked, his hands were on her head, fingers pressing, pulling slightly. Softly. God, he wanted. I looked up into her eyes, picked her up, and laid her down on the couch with her legs spread in front of me. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. Had I not masturbated twice that day I would have came in pants as soon as my eyes beheld that beautifully trimmed mound with only a landing strip of soft golden hair that was accented by the surprising wetness of her vagina. I pulled her skirt off and began to probe, with my fingers, the edges of her womanhood. The instant my fingers made contact. However, the older women have always caught my eye and made my mouth water. There is no creature more seductive than the older woman, the MILF. They know their way around the male body.They know how to turn us on, they know how to keep us going, and they know how to seduce us into becoming mindless drones that drool over them, dancing according to their every whim. I find it extremely sexy when a woman can drive me mad like that.My father’s cousin is in her mid-40s. I look forward to family. " "I wish you'd stop saying that . . . that sort of thing!" cried Xanthe. "Well, it's the truth. 'For every fay, a catching-day,' 'No armor againstfate,'–and so forth." "Well I still wish you wouldn't say it." "Honey, you have to have the right attitude. I just love it that so manyhunters want my panties down. It's flattering as all get out. And every timeI get away, every time I make a fool of some predator, I know that, in theend--when a predator finally makes a fool of me–it's going to be.