Then along came a 68 year old lady with similar problems, i.e. no sex since her husband had been stricken with MS some years ago, and could no longer ...erform.So we chatted for a while and agreed to meet up in a local seedy hotel – not that I wanted anything seedy, more it would shield us from prying eyes. It was a bit strained at first until we both realised, we both wanted the same thing – sex. So we slipped quietly to room 103, a spacious and well appointed room, and quaffed the prosecco that. We're kissing again as she's cupped my face with her hands and she moves down to my neck, kissing me all the while and I run my hands lower, under her skirt but she's wearing knickers this time. A pretty little pair of black lacy french panties that are already soaked from her juices and I'm rubbing her pussy through the fabric. Her lips part and allow me to push slightly into her and I rub her clit too, she wiggles backwards just enough to be able to undo my belt buckle and pull open my jeans.. . you’ll enjoy it more’ as you gently but firmly release his cock... you look down and gasp.... its bigger than you’ve seen before, you can’t resist... dropping to your knees you stare at it inches away from you face... you see the end start to pull back as he gets harder.. Exposing the red wet end, before you can stop yourself your tongue is licking the tip and tasting his juices.... he moans and you do it again this time you lick down the length and feel his cock jerk in response... licking. " I could feel his muscles rippling against my back "I could teach you. I bet you would love it." My cock had grown hard again and I shifted on the bike. Suddenly realizing that I was pressing back against his crotch, and his hands had ridden to the top of my thighs. "I should get going. My friend is probably waiting." I felt his hand move to my crotch and stroke my dick through my jeans. "Stay a little longer." I felt his hand on the buckle and as he undid my jeans, and then the zipper, I.