In the morning, she rode me for over an hour racking up a few more eruptions before I delivered my seed. She immediately worked on my dick and drained...every last drop I had. It was like she was let out of prison.Me (feeling more moisture): do you prefer older women? Or better yet, what would you,describe as your ideal woman?Bull: I love making love to all women who take care of their appearance, smell nice and put in an effort to look their best for me. Kind of like you (and a wink). I do have. She trusted him completely and he was the perfect combination of gentleman and dominant, a man that knew exactly when to push the boundaries and when to reassure and comfort. It was eight. She took a deep breath and knocked. He opened the door dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark navy trousers. As she looked up at him, she felt the spreading warmth inside of her that came from seeing the hunger in his eyes. As he looked at her, checking to make sure that she had followed instructions, she. Now I was headed back to the apartment where they shared me with a guy in his thirties or forties. Terrified is an understatement but I was more afraid of what would happen to me if I broke and ran as we made our way. Once inside I could make out the faint sounds of some one moaning and whimpering, we made our way down the short hallway to one of the bed rooms and I was pushed thru the door way. There kneeling on the mattress engaged in sex was Daniel and another young man that I recognized. But on another level, being exposed this way excited me. I liked the way my stepbrother was looking at me with a combination of lust, love and admiration.I could feel the sweat forming under my arm pits and between my breasts making me feel hot, sticky and slippery. My nipples pressed firmly against the now damp cotton material of my sleeveless shirt. I needed a bath. “I can’t believe we did that!” I said as my stepbrother’s fingers twitched inside my vagina. “That was so fucking hot, Kelsey..