"Did you sell your soul to the devil for that power?"I reached into my pocket for a packet of tissues and leaned across the table to dry her eyes."I'm... sorry," I said. "I see that once again I have said something to disturb you."Abruptly she stood up and grabbed my hand. "Please," she demanded with a low voice, "Take me away from here. I don't want to break down in public."I threw two dollars on the table for the coffee and led her to my car. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I asked her,. I grab his waste to slow him down, but he pumped faster. I pulled his cock out of my mouth panting for air as I told him to slow down. He smiled as leaned over and kissed me. He ran his hand up my thigh into my skirt as I stroked his dick. His hand felt good on me. I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off to reveal my black lace thong I was wearing. As I kicked my skirt off the door slammed open. Ashley stumbled into the room hardly noticing us through her kisses with the other football player.. This time his awesome, hard dick did make it into my hole, but wouldn't stay. Meanwhile, as he is trying to thrust his cock into me, he reached under me and grabbed my bald cock and balls and squeezed and stroked them. I was in Heaven. It felt so good.Like usual, he ended up sucking my cock and we fell asleep, his head on my shaved-smooth boyish chest.The next night is when I had the most awesome wet dream! I am bisexual, I like being dominated and topped by older men (55 and up), but I am also. Almost... but not quite.There tickled within her a faint pinprick of fascination with the very idea of it. Sure, she got fascinated by horror movies too. But there were one or two braincells inside her (albeit heavily outnumbered) that seemed to view this particular "problem" more as "opportunity".And hey! What girl doesn't like hearing herself being described as "spunky"?But she couldn't. It really was out of the question. She was married, fer chrissakes! With three kids, aged ten, eight and.