At twenty, Faizel had a man's body and strength. He looked so much like my husband, minus the beard, with that same broad-shouldered build and muscula... torso. Faizel had the strength to treat a woman right. The way my husband had in the first years of our marriage before responsibilities kept him working so much.“Very nice,” Faizel said, cupping my breasts right there in the store. The salesgirl, not much older than him, had a naughty smile as she watched my “young lover” play with my tits. The. It was probably a good thing that I was a technical virgin until I passed the age of seventeen because my Granny was real strict about such matters what with her being a well respected church elder and all. My horny male relatives knew enough to keep their paws off me until I was matured and ready to give up some honey to someone I knew and trusted.The fact that they all believed in the benefit of putting a girlfriend over their knees and whaling the tar out of her backside only spurred me to a. “Much better!” He exclaimed and again wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking, while using his other hand to play with my balls. It felt amazing and I could already feel my orgasm building. It was happening fast, but I didn't care. But I wanted to let him know I was close to cumming.“Holy fuck, it's amazing and if you keep going like that I am going to blow in a minute.”“Good to know.” He said and he began to stroke faster and faster. He really wanted me to cum and so I let my. "Hello child," he said sweetly staring at her body, you don't mind if I stay and just listen in?" What, no that's fine," stammered Cathy, having one old man leer at her all night was bad enough but two was even worse.It was even worse than that; for she had decided that to have a better chance of a good grade if she dressed up a bit for the old bugger. So instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt, tonight she had worn a dress that was, on reflection a bit too short for when she sat down most of.