He must be grinning like the cat that got the cream! He would indeed be her Master. That power had been intoxicating, yet … as he considered the mat...er, he realised that it carried with it a duty too. If he were to control her utterly then he must equally take all responsibility and care for how he used her. He turned his head to look at the curve of the sleeping girl’s neck, shoulder and arm above the white bedcover. Desire stirred. Such a pretty young thing to possess! He was surprised how. She was married, religious, ethical, and a woman of high moral standards so there was no possible chance she would be checking me out in a manner I imagined. My cock was also erect. It was hard because I was alone with her, seeing her in her shorts and checking out her cute little butt, and even the smell in the small trailer; a mixture of my sweat and body odor mixed with her clean soapy scent aroused me. Also, I was a seventeen-year-old boy after all and my cock got hard all the time. It. Between the alcohol - the garments she wore - and the flattering comments she made, I was in a very lovely state. She persisted with sucking and stroking my cock, but I soon whispered, "Buffy, I want to be inside you!" She raised her head, then scooted to go face-to-face with me. I rolled on top of her, and asked her to guide me inside her grey-haired cunt. She did so without hesitation, and I slid in very nicely. In my experiences with mature women, they sometimes do not lubricate well. This,. The last picture was me, 185 lbs., 5'10", 60 years old, wearing the bra and panties and stockings; bright red lipstick and face powder. I looked silly but I felt so sexy! You said I had passed all your tests; we could meet. I had to find a place. Neither of us can host so it had to be relatively private. The plan is for me to be sitting in my car with my jacket open; my shirt unbuttoned down to my belly so you can see my bra and my zipper undone so you can see my panties. I have a pink CSU ball.