His eyes are deep and soul searching, fitting perfectly under his unmanicured eyebrows. His hair was always freshly lined and cut. Ya..yess sir! I sta...mered out a little too loudly while dropping the pen as if it was on fire. Only kidding Johnson only kidding. He chuckled then bent down to retrieve the pen that dropped by my stilettos. I inhaled, his smell made me dizzy and a watched with bedroom eyes as he came closer. Growing bold I made sure to kick the pen deeper behind me. He glanced at me. It doesn't take much these days to get me wet but hey, a little foreplay would have been nice. You understand, Jan, right?" "Of course," she agreed. " 'Macho Man,' as I called him, wasn't shy about showing off his talents. The truth is, he wasn't exaggerating about his abilities. He must have thought I was an acrobat making me turn around to have sex in every crazy position imaginable. He got off three times in just a couple of hours and I didn't have a single orgasm. A little after midnight I. "I know how long it takes you older guys to recover."My mind tried vainly to assimilate her words but little permeated the dense fog that blanketed my senses. I reached up to cup her breasts and she pressed them into my palms. She purred contentedly and wriggled in my lap as my thumbs flicked her erect nipples back and forth.Returning to my cock, she took me to the back of her mouth with only an inch remaining outside. My eyes locked with hers as I savoured the sight of lips wrapped tightly. He’s very muscular. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine. He slides his hand that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The feeling of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hands on my body and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit.