“What time is it?” asked Becca.“I don’t know,” was the eventual answer. “I’m not wearing a watch.”“You’re not wearing anything,”...was her snarky response.“I have finally found somebody as deviant as I am,” he commented.She smiled at that. “I have to admit, for an older man you’re almost in my league.”Jack’s eyes popped open at that comment, and he turned his head to face her, to find her smiling back. “Older man? Almost in your league?”“Well, Jack, really, you are well past your prime, aren’t. ‘You and he are real close, maybe she’d be willing to help you.’ Matt had thought about talking to Mary, but he didn’t want to go to the Forrester house and find out Mary and her husband had gotten back together. ‘I haven’t talked to them since…since…you know,’ he told her. ‘Well, maybe it’s time you do,’ she said. ‘Mrs. Forrester was friends with your folks. Maybe a judge would listen to her.’ Matt wasn’t sure how to respond to Dianna’s suggestion. He wanted to see Mary, more than anything,. His mouth fastened on mine. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, enveloped him in the cocoon of my flesh. His lovely big tool slithered across my dripping snatch, manoeuvred into the entrance of my hot wet vagina and, in one glorious slide, slipped into my depths. Oh god, it felt so good. My guts felt like lava. He fucked me slowly, deeply, firmly. My cunt muscles grasped at his thick shaft. My body rocked beneath him. Our tongues intertwined. My arms held his body; my legs crossed behind his. There had been a hair brush handle, a candle, a banana and even a carrot. She could play her clitty like an instrument and had perfected the art of coming just from pinching and rolling her cherry red nipples between two fingers. She'd been to plenty of movies during college and knew what having sex looked like. She had a pretty good imagination too. Her parents hadn't been able to stifle that, and she had a collection of well-used fantasies. So any time she got really horny she just.