I had a hand on her ass holding her close. She smelt great - her perfume was intoxicating.She was leaning against me, showing no sign of attempting to...stand on her own. I was conflicted - she was so young and sexy, and so available for the taking. I could fuck her and be gone before the sun rose in the morning.What tipped me over the edge was her small soft hand grasping my cock. It overrode anything that my brain was telling me - telling me that she was too young ... and totally wasted to. Of course I wore my lowest cut top this particular day, but I knew it wouldn’t be on very long.He opened the door. All 6’6” and 280lbs of him. Jake was a real man from head to toe. He smiled; I smiled. He said “hi”; I said “hi”. I walked into the main room of his house, dropped my purse on the chair, and he ravaged me with his lips. His hands roamed from my hips to my breasts. He tested their weight in his hands and I could feel him smile as he kissed me. The next thing I knew, he was. Her sex ... her pussy ... looked dark and mysterious in the light. She slipped her fingers down through the sparse patch of hair at the base of her tummy. He could feel his inevitable reaction. He might be well into his 50s, but he was a guy, and the sight of a woman's naked pussy still aroused him.He shrugged off his shirt and knelt between her legs. He kissed her tummy, just brushing his lips across her skin. Slowly—she'd repeated that time after time—he worked closer to his goal, the folds. It was what he had told his mother earlier, mi cara, my heart. “Really?”“Really. I don’t say that all that often, babe,” he told me.My stomach fluttered. “How often?” Jack’s eyes widened and I knew I had fucked up. “No, don’t tell me. I’m sorry, that was out of line, I’m sorry...”Jack tightened his arms around me. “It’s okay. It’s a fair question. You’re only the third woman I’ve ever said that to.”Three? Well, he was my first and only, but Jack was seven years older than me. He was way more.