”“Thank you,” she said, “not bad for an old bird in her seventies.”“Do you want me to fuck you or would you rather suck me off while Henry... there fucks you?”“Oh no, not him,” she said, “don’t get me wrong, he fucks me at least once a day but once he gets his knot in me he just cums, it’s very nice but l do miss being properly fucked, my Henry was a bit bigger than you down there and he could fuck me until l was screaming for him to cum. This Henry is a lazy devil, he does fuck me but he’d rather. Besides, I lick the stuff up quite frequently anyways. I enjoy the taste and the vile perverseness that fills my mind when I lick up my own fluids.I smirked at her. Her eyes met mine briefly again and she was visibly embarrassed by herself. I brought my precum-soaked hand to my face and dragged my wet tongue across one dripping finger, never breaking eye contact with her. She moaned a breathy sigh when I brought my tongue back into my mouth and I caught her grinding her thighs together. .”“Yes, I know who this is. What can I do for you?”“Well uh, my wife told me you called yesterday.”“Yes, I did.”“Uh well, I don’t think it’s such a good idea ... I mean, you coming over to our house.”“Why not?”“Well uh, my wife said she would rather not see you ever again.”“She did?”“Yes.”“What do you want?”“I want what my wife wants.”“Your wife wants my fat cock in her cunt. You heard what she said.”“Yes, I did, but that was under ... some unusual circumstances. She has changed her mind.“No. But she is very calm and collected and talks to me in a low voice. She said we need to talk about some personal things. She asked me a series of questions which included: How long have you been masturbating? How often? Where did you get those porn magazines? What turns you on when you jerk off? Are you having sex with a girlfriend? As nervous as I am, I answer her questions as calmly as she asked them. About a year. Five-six time a week. A friend at school got them for me. Big tits really get.