She told me many times that a whore’s most valuable assets are her face, skin, figure and cunt - in that order. She taught me how to exercise effect...vely, and we took yoga classes together way before it became popular. She taught me what beauty products to use - and what not to use - to keep my skin looking young. She told me to have my hair cut a bit shorter each year: shorter hair makes older women look younger. I saw her about six months ago, and even though she’s now over seventy, she could. She took all I had, started bobbing up and down, and was slobbering all over it. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long. I’d been on the verge of cumming since she’d dropped her robe by the front door. She grabbed my balls and started to gently squeeze them. With that I stiffened up and started to blow great globs of cum in her mouth. She swallowed some and let some gush out of her out of her mouth and run down my dick and balls making a real mess, just the way I like it. When I came back to. I used to go over to my friends house and we would experiment. I enjoyed it a lot. But sooner or later, as I knew would happen he grew out of it, and for a while I thought I had too. But then they started up again when I was sixteen. I always loved tits and pussy, and always will. But there was something else I was longing for. Something long! I loved masturbating to threesomes with two really big dicks doing a barely legal woman, I just loved the way dicks looked. I really wanted to suck one. I lay gasping and panting on the satin bed cover,knowing that the reprieve was only temporary, that the Never EndingTummy Tickle was merely the warm up for the main event. It always hadbeen."All right," Karl remarked in casually offhand tones, "I'll let youdecide for yourself this time. Where do you want to be tickled next?" I don't want to be tickled anywhere!"Karl's fingers immediately found my ribcage, subjecting me to fiveendless minutes of wailing delight. I writhed and thrashed in.