" "Well Iwant him to act like a fashion conscience eighteen-year-old girl." "Whatdo you mean?" "You know, the type of girl who has to wake up two hour...early every morning just to fix her hair and makeup. The type of girlwho always has to wear the most stylish designer clothes. The type ofgirl who couldn't stand having any hair on her below her eyebrows. Thetype of girl who would think herself naked if she left the house withouthaving her face fully made up. The type of girl who can't go. This little honey was barely 5 feet tall. A smile that would make you stop doing anything else but look at her, and sigh. A wonderful mop of brown Red hair that frames her delicate features perfectly. A trim figure with hardly any waist at all. Ok she’s a working girl. I don’t care any more. I am just so damn lonesome, and she is so sweet and lovely. I met her one day while desperately searching for company on a rainy evening. ‘Hi, looking for company?’ Oh I’ve heard that line before. ‘Maybe,. Feeling horrified I thought “Is this my little boy fantasizes about”?This was only the beginning of my investigation and as I dove further along, I became afraid of what I might find out about my Tommy’s sexual psyche!Much more was reviled to me when I opened up several other websites consisting of fully clothed older women dressed in incredibly provocative attire sucking off and jerking younger men to the point of orgasm.Now my emotions turned from dismay to pure sexual excitement!I plunged. At the precise moment of ejaculation Melissa lifted her mouth off, squeezed his cock hard as she pumped it faster and pumped her finger in and out of his ass. Gary yelled out against the restraint of the dildo in his mouth as his cum went everywhere. Sandy dug her fingernails into his chest and came, slamming down on the dildo, driving his head into the bed over and over. When his cum had stopped flowing, Melissa licked the tip of his cock. “Mmmm, I might want to actually taste some of that.