After several months of chatting, they agreed to meet in a local Starbucks for coffee. Each figured it would be safer, and if they discovered they did...'t like the real person behind the keyboard, then they would go their separate ways.He was easily thirty years her senior, with salt and pepper hair, soft brown eyes, and a gentle smile. She was a petite blond with blue eyes and a curvy figure. They sat and drank coffee for several hours, and ended their day with them in a no-tell motel, making. I rub gently, circling the pre-cum, watching it glisten in the soft light of the room. I then move my tongue to the tip of your cock. I flick my wet little tongue around, then blow on the head. I lick the length of your long shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive underside, (I aim to please) and arrive back at the head, gently pressing at the tip, before placing it into my warm, welcoming mouth. My tongue swirls around, my saliva getting you nicely slicked and warm. I slip you out,. He pulled her skirt up and briefly noted that she was telling the truth about the panties as he pulled his rock-hard dick out of his still-damp pants, and proceeded to rail the needy slut in full view of the entire town.When Eleanor felt the dampness of his pants and boxers against her ass, she finally realized just how successful her earlier efforts had been, and accepted that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had indeed been for the best. She could tell that her beloved husband had never been more. She turned around and kissed him then jumped in her car. I had to ask what it felt like to have his cum leaking out as she walked? She said her pussy was still hot from the fast fucking it took ten minutes earlier. I led her off the track on the back side near where the equipment room is for all the baseball fields. No one was back there , I pushed her back to the rear wall and went to my knees. I pushed her legs apart and pulled her shorts to one side. That exposed her shaved pussy lips. I ran.