Jean is a perfect example. She is no spring chicken, but she loves to screw plain and simple. She makes no bones about it and no apologies for it. I'm...sure her Mom wouldn't approve, but Jean couldn't care less.When she arrived I pulled her in the door and started kissing her. Jean has a large mouth and a most active tongue, which she was using to wage a tongue battle between her mouth and mine. In addition, being a true multi-tasker she was rubbing those gorgeous tits against my chest and had. But nothing happened this night to so i decided i have to make the first move.so next night i made a plan to fuck her any how,after dinner i told her m having a headache and if she could aply balm fo me she said ok go to bed and ill come.after some time i saw her coming to my bed she was in her night dress i could sennse she was not wearing her bra and panty as it was thin material.this made my dick hard.she started aplying balm and asked me about my studies and my friends in the college.All of. They felt heavy, swollen with cum and aching for release, but something was holding him back. It wasn’t a lack of stimulation–his fingers couldn’t stop working pre-cum and saliva into his skin as he stroked and stroked (and where had the saliva come from? He tried to remember, but every time he chased down a train of thought, his hand slid back up around the tip of his cock and another surge of pleasure pushed it away.) He knew he should be able to cum–hell, he’d never thought he’d see a day. Franklin is babbling on about something – the TV show, the weather, me – but I'm not listening. Sam's dick is my world right now. It's magnificent, growing inside the grasp of my hands. He's still the biggest man I've ever seen. I feel a million butterflies take flight in my stomach as I feel it harden. Sam doesn't look at me as I lean over. I want it in my mouth again, but I'm straddling the footrest of his recliner; his feet. I duck under quickly, popping up like a hungry prairie dog.