" I remember how that felt when you did that in the car." She proceeded to roll both nipples in her fingers.I watched as they stretched out as she pul...ed on them. When she released them, they looked nice and stiff. I pointed my cam to my hardening cock."God Jeanie, look what you're doing to me." Within seconds, my cock was standing at attention."I want that cock in me Kev," she said huskily.I could hear her beginning to breath harder. She lowered the sheets and positioned her cam to point at. She coughed. I froze and opened my eyes.She placed her finger on my mouth to shush me and whispered, “never let a hard cock go to waste, and you better not say anything to anyone” as she climbed on the bed, pulling up her skirt, and then straddled me.Mary guided my cock between her legs, rubbing the head against her warm, moist entrance and then plunged my dick deep into her seventeen-year-old cunt. An older woman, in my mind!I do not think it took more than five humps and I was squirting cum. Your rough, bad ass nature. I want to forget this world everything but you. More and more. I get so wet thinking about you, your smell, your body, the way you handle me, the way you touch me. I can picture you standing before me and for a small moment you smile. I step up to you, breathing you in and feeling the warmth of your skin. You kiss my neck, drawing my soul in and igniting the fire. Clothes fall off in a frenzy. Skin touching skin. The floor against my back, your body hovering above. He was seen as radical, but not partisan. Most of his co-workers assumed that he was a liberal, but they weren’t sure. Being a bachelor didn’t help him with the editor and fellow reporters. He was frankly too “eccentric” to be trustworthy. When he once told a female colleague that he preferred to be single because he was not inclined to make the promises of exclusivity that many modern women expected, she laughed and told him that he should just take a mistress. That a skirt-chaser might have.