As I said her tits were small but her nipples were large and prominent. I took my time licking and sucking them as she moaned with pleasure As I ran m... hand along her thigh and up to her pussy I could feel it was already getting wet under her panties. Moving them aside, I rubbed her clit and slid my finger in her pussy as she tilted her head back and moaned some more. Soon she stood up and wiggled out of her dress and panties. Throwing them aside, she said, see, I took you it would look better. Before I met you I had read your stories. They were such a turn on that I knew as I read them that I could feel again. Feel those sensations that a woman felt when she was about to cum. I was a mother who had lost my touch with men. They did not seem to want me anymore. Then as the reader that I am I had stumbled across your stories. Within the first paragraph I knew that what was written was powerful. I was thawed almost immediately, and actually quite wet by the end of your first story. By. It had been a pretty uneventful year except for sex-filled visits each way with Barry and Madge plus a six-pack of sex lessons for a virgin son of a friend.Both Juan and Anita were in the office when they arrived and gave joyful and noisy greetings. “We have reserved that special room for you again. Let us take you there!”The hosts were delighted to show that the room had been redecorated in a romantic and sexy theme with two bigger beds, mirrors, a giant shower plus a Jacuzzi. Actually, two. As soon as I made this realization the guitar wrappeditself around me and became some sort of belt or sash or something. Ireached up to feel my head and discovered that I had a mountain of hairdone up in some sort of bouffant or french twist. I pulled a strand looseand saw that it was golden, and curled."Can't keep 'em waiting, babe," said Tracy, and she grabbed something onmy wacky guitar belt and pulled. What she had grabbed was the end of azipper, and as she pulled my dress became unzipped.