Your dark eyes, your perfect lips, your black, unruly curls, your perfect skin. Your breasts, which are sagging a bit because of their sheer size, but... that makes them all the more attractive. This incredibly exciting smell of yours, your gorgeously sweet smile. A fleeting touch was enough and my excitement knew no limits. I was not used to that at all. With all the women before you, it was never like that.I remember the many summer evenings in your old attic flat that felt like a sauna on hot. The place was seemingly near- deserted; only a few people were about and no girls at all. Jeanette, who accompanied her at times, explained that this was due to the fact that they had all departed for their homes for the long summer vacation only a few days before her arrival. Thus it would be many weeks before she saw anyone of her own age. She gathered from Jeanette that they were mostly two or three years younger than she. She looked like being lonely for a whileThen one evening, Jeanette. We both noticed her beauty, and that she looked at us with a kind of mischievous gleam in her eyes. But before I go into detail about her looks, I have to tell you about mine. Im quite short for a man, at 55, I have blond hair that I like to wear short, I have fair skin and an average build. What I was proud of, however, was the size of my penis. I always thought, even when I was younger that it was big for my size. During the summer, it was about 7, 5. Now Ana was pretty much your. My peripheral vision had become blurred asRandy spun me this way and that.As his showing off to other patrons that his date was hotter than most,desire in this vanity wained as he started to ponder taking me, and weleft. I liked being half out of it before being taken like a girl. Irubbed my legs together in drunken anticipation. My high heels were oneof my better pairs. My chest jiggled most invitingly as we drove over therough back road.The motel was cheap but clean. I freshened my lipstick.