He stood up, pull his shirt over his bearish chest, that I would have willingly massage for my pleasure, an said let’s go....we had dinner, daydream...ng the whole time he would get drunk an say something that may suggest a way for his cock to get in my mouth. Never happened... I went back to my room, stroked my cock to young cds, like I once was, but as soon as I came across a mature daddy feeding a younger man his love juice, I melted an released a gallon of jizz on my chest...as it dripped. . No.... I thought back and imagined myself in the footballlocker room in high school. At that time, I would have never in a millionyears thought I would be saying something like that. The funny thing was,as I imagined back, all I could think about was me in a high schoollocker room, wearing my Babydoll outfit, surrounded by football players.I snapped out of it, and came back to my more terrifying reality.I was too late. This was going to happen. I was going to do it."Sit!" I commanded.He. Susan say’s I cannot iron for love or money and she is no good at diy so it works out perfect for each other.We settle down with a coffee and I quiz her about her coming birthday tomorrow, I ask want she wants “A nice young fit man for the night” She jokingly says while laughing out aloud “That rules me out” I say “You wouldn’t want to be seen with me any way, would you,” She says, “I’m way past my prime, big and old, I could be your mother” “There’s nothing old about you and. She had lost the jacket and I could see she was wearing a bra this time – presumably accountant assholes don’t get to see her nipples. I had, at least I had noted their presence under that dress. We’d kissed when she arrived. I’d almost extended my hand to her but she just leaned forward and planted a well formed mouth on mine. There was nothing predatory about her, she just seemed super confident that I would neither mind nor object. I didn’t. I’d set the table so we’d be facing each other but.