I was sitting with the morning coffee and the paper in my backyard. Less than a month later she owned the house and moved in as my next door neighbor....I started to know about her. She quit the job and was never seen with any of her k**s. When I asked her that why she was asking about schools; she told me some interesting details of her life. I had no problem to convince her to be at my house; although I was living alone. She was almost 32 and I was about 21 at that time. After a long Friday. .. need something..." she gasps between kisses. I move up, to my knees, and she rolls over to look at my throbbing cock. "You can't tell anyone about this..." she whispers. "Of course!" I respond, already thinking of typing this up.She puts her lips around me and starts to suck, her tongue working me as I grab the bed frame with one hand. Within a minute I'm ready to explode. My breathing quickens as she keeps working me with her mouth, while tweaking her nipples with one of her hands and. " I am happy with your cock," she said almost too defensively. "But have you ever thought of how it might be to try it with a man with a larger cock. Even as a fantasy?"She paused for a moment in pumping my cock and quietly and admitted the thought had crossed her mind once or twice, but only of white ones. "But what if it was a big black cock?" I don't find black guys attractive." I was tempted to bring up her trainer Vincent but decided not to."Oh come on now. None of them?" I mentioned some. As I was wearing sports shorts I could clearly feel her breasts against the bottom of my thighs and as she struggled under my weight I could feel her nipples moving under my legs. I noticed my cock was starting to get hard inside my shorts and a bulge was forming infront of her eyes. She screamed at me to get off because I was hurting her so I rolled off and lay on my back beside her on the bed. We started laughing and I told her I was surprised how strong she was, she called me a pervert and.