Although I look like a guy in his late 40's or early 50's I am 60.After the three decades of HIV/AIDS I lost every man I had good repour with even my ...est friend I could have loved better than his heroine addicted jerk whom got Hepatitis C and killed his partner. For the last 16 years I mourned on July 15, 2002. He had me over to tell me he was going to die. I begged him not to die, all of this didn't have time to set right in my mind. I went over the day before and slept over. I was so in love. The office party had ended an hour before when the hired venue had spewed out a horde of drunken revellers, reeking of alcohol and high spirits, and no small amount of mortified regret on the part of some of our colleagues. Kate and I had said our goodbyes, then linked arms and staggered to my apartment, kicking off our heels and collapsing down to the floor in a fit of girlish giggles."I've noticed something," she said. Her glistening lips curled up in a shy smile as she shifted her position,. I can only describe it as massive. He was cut, 11 inches long at minimum and as thick as my wrist (he made my dick look like a toy). I took Sean's head into my mouth to get used to him, but his massive hands forced his manhood down my throat where I deep-throated him while he face-fucked me. Having this black guy dominate my mouth was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced sexually.This face-fuck/deep-throat session was so hot I forgot to stroke my own dick, all I wanted was to. It was a bit unpleasant to my nose, but didn't phase my excitement. In fact, I was already beginning to get hard again.Mommy moved her fingers, explaining what I was seeing. Spreading the lips of her vagina apart she said, "This is my vagina, usually called a cunt, pussy or something else equally vulgar. Don't call it a vagina when we're having sex, it's not exactly erotic, cunt is a better word." Then her fingers traced up to show me a protuberance. "This is my clitoris," mommy said. "If you.