”“What? Nobody will see,” Kyle responded as if it was absolutely no big deal while gently stroking himself. “Just show it to me.”I looked ar...und and he was probably right—nobody would have seen it—but I shook my head and laughed. “No way! What do you want for a shot?”“All right, you're no fun,” he chuckled with me. “Whatever you want... something sweet.”I went up to the bar, taking the last bar-stool, and ordered two watermelon kamikazes. As the bartender began the process of making them I. I would always call her and tell her my schedule, and tell her when I wanted her at my house (I did buy a house from her). Like clockwork, she was there when I told her. I suspect she didn't want to be asked, she wanted to be told. She seemed to have a reasonably full social life but always accommodated me when I came. I tried to draw her out on her life but she was very secretive. She was such a great fuck, I never pushed. We regularly went to dinner and she liked me to play with her at the. I couldn’t believe the kind of thoughts that were racing through my mind. "I want to touch them." He whispered. I could feel his hot breath against my flesh. His fingers gently glided over my soft 52-year-old breasts. "No, Jake...stop, you mustn't" But of course he ignored me. He knew I didn't mean it. He knew when no meant no, and right now no definitely meant yes, please, YES!His young hands gently cupped and fondled my tits, finger tips circling and caressing my nipples. I gasped as he leant. She placed a hand on my shoulder, something I didn't think anything of it until she ground her pussy into my thigh. She wasn't rocking like she had in the car, but moved side to side, squishing her pussy and probably her clit on my thigh, and then she pushed down, crushing her crotch into my leg. She relaxed and pushed again.I whispered, "Stop that."She didn't so I stood up. Tara's fingers dug into my shoulder as she slid off my leg. When we were standing, I lifted her chin to tilt her head.