As we ate, Brenda made sure that my napkin stayed in place through to the end of our meal. We took our final glass back to my bedroom where I pulled b...ck the covers and we got in. "Would it be too presumptuous to invite you to spend the night, Brenda?" "Not at all, Vern, Laura isn't home so I'm free as a bird. I happily accept your invitation," she said as we snuggled together and kissed. It was so nice to have a warm, loving woman next to me in bed and my erection was a good indicator of my. I'm not one of these gurls that quivers over black cock, I like any cock, white, black, chinese, hairy, smooth, big, small, some I'm not allowed to mention. Hell, I'd try the Incredible Hulks!I laughed in his face and said it definately wasn't that!He then started to poke fun, saying how I wouldn't be able to take him or he'd make me scream with what he could do to me.I again, laughed in his face. This is where the story becomes odd; although this guy was really annoying, I did find him quite. We went into a Red Rooster and were shown to a table right away. There weren't many customers mostly because it was almost three and we were between the lunch and dinner crowds. We both ordered a glass of wine and sat there chatting like old friends. His name was Mark and he was 66 and was a retired school teacher. He was in great shape and if I hadn't known his age I would have guessed he was at least fifteen years younger. He had a wonder smile, a nice sense of humor and black eyes that. “Please... please…” she begged, a whimper of a most involuntary nature, so much so that she knew not whether she was begging for him to stop or to continue. In response, he sank two, then three thick fingers knuckle-deep into her wanton cunt, until she could feel them caressing her cervix. His thumb circled and teased her clit just as his tongue circled and probed and teased her asshole. She could feel the ice on his tongue, probing, pushing, teasing, torturing. The electric shocks running up.