I always lied about my age to get with the older men.. around the age of 18 or 19… I wasn’t interested in small boys as I knew they had no experie...ce, and well obviously not very big penises. When my nephew and I began chatting I was an expert at phone sex.. It wasn’t that I needed it for my sexual benefit but I did enjoy the fact that I made guys hard… (Nothing has changed as I still love doing that today).. Besides I use to read taboo and i****t stories about aunts and their nephews while I. He taps the table in front of him, indicating to the dealer he wants another card. He pauses as he assesses the situation. A count of 12. Ouch. I don’t envy this decision. He taps again. Bust. “Well, that’s it for me I guess,” Mr. Hottie looks my way and finishes with, “Maybe my luck will be better somewhere else.” He’s looking straight at me when he’s saying these words. He tosses his last two chips at the dealer for a tip. Generous, I like that. I stare down at the pile of chips in front of. He greeted me with a quiet hug, whispering thinking Dan would be able to hear him if he spoke normally. I assured him he couldn't, at which point he picked me up for a flirtatious hug, spinning me around and grabbing a handful of my ass on the way back down."Mmh!!" He grunted, "Best ass around Amber!" I see you brought your own whisky." I smiled, pointing at the lit up cabinet full of glasses. "You know the score in our house, help yourself!" Oh, I certainly intend to!" He smirked, heading. But once again, you put your finger on my lips, quieting me. You lean over and hold your tits firmly around my dick, smothering it in heaven, only the tip poking out between them. You begin moving your body up and down, stroking my dick with your tits. The tip of my dick disappears in your cleavage, then reappears, purplish red, ready to deliver its load. You stroke slowly, rhythmically, unrelentingly, fucking me with your tits. My angry red dick poking out from your creamy white breasts, then.