His tight balls pulsed three or four times and then stopped. His cock twitched a few times more then fell onto his body. He squirmed and began to cuss...at me. I put my hand over his mouth and told him to be quiet and to look at his cock. He pulled his head up and looked down at his still quivering cock. Soon, a small drop white appeared on the tip. I reached down and squeezed his balls again. This made Steve clench his butt together. It caused a small puddle of cum to ooze out of the head of his. So he reminded me about the spanking. ‘You wouldn’t dare’ I said. ‘I would scream.’ ‘How hard would you scream?’ ‘Really hard,’ I said, but there was a tease in my tone that was saying go on do it. So he grabbed me and put me over his knee and started spanking my bottom over my shorts. He has big hands and it stung. But it was a real turn on. It felt so decadent and naughty, having this hunk spank my bottom.’ ‘Wow, Sue that was naughty. Did he pull your shorts down?’ ‘No he didn’t, but he said. There were others, the lady I met who was a secretary for a prof I had in college, she was fifty-three, then, and she also had me do some shots of her sister who was three years older. And, yes, the sex was both frequent and quite wonderful. Sometimes with them both.The oldest, so far, was the lady at a deli that I went to quite often for lunch when I was in college. Margaret Cashman was her name. She was sixty-seven and really quite nice looking. Her hair was a natural gray and her skin was. However, those moans carried. His sweet, slutty coveness laid precariously along the wooden bench now instead: nimble, imaginative fingers in her neon shorts. Caius could barely move. Her winged liner accentuated the pleasure across a flushed, freckled face. Caius was losing breath as much as Marishka. His erection made walking toward her difficult. He KNEW she sensed his presence but did not fear continuing. An exhibitionist like her? This must be a wet dream come true for Marishka.His fangs.