I did as I was told, as I did I started to get turned on, I sucked and sucked on his cock until I felt his hot cum in my mouth and running down my fac.... He pushed me off him and told me to get out, as I get out I seemy neighbour John watching me walk into the house. As I got into the house I ran into my room got naked and started to stoke my cock as I was still shaking after what just happened, but so turned on that I came within minutes, shootingall up my chest, as I look at the mess I'm. Oh, the disappointments after all the sexual build up and fantasy. So I started chatting to a guy from USA and he offered to meet up when he came to London. Our brief internet exchanges were tame and not as flirty as one would expect from a site geared towards a quick and easy sexual encounter. Travelling for work and to watch Wimbledon, I got a message to say he was relaxing in his hotel in Bond Street, and I was welcome to come over. I called the hotel and spoke to a very masculine deep voice. He's told me so often enough when we've talked. I've also seen the way he looks at me sometimes. Those looks cause me to become aroused like nothing else, and yet, he's never touched me in an "inappropriate" way. And those looks, I just know, are not meant for me to notice, but I do. Oh, do I ever.Sometimes I feel like I'm on a damned pedestal and I hate it. I fucking hate it! I mean, if just having him look at me makes me feel so aroused that my panties are soaked through and through, what. The tension built, his scrotum tightened, the blood was pulsating through his veins. He knew he was about to explode and it came like a seismic eruption of hot sperm right into the back of her throat. She had to swallow again and again to avoid choking on the torrent of semen. She thought all her birthdays had come as one. She felt newborn. She had pleased a man again after forty years - and how she had pleased him!For a minute or two they just lay there savouring every delicious moment as she.