The next night, I made sure we played cards in Michael’s room again and I tried to engineer a repeat performance of ‘the opening of the flies’. ...But it didn’t work. I began to wonder if Michael was on to me. Somehow, though, it seemed to be taken for granted that I was sharing with Michael and as part of my unfolding plan, when he went off to the bathroom, I ran back to my room to get my pen-torch, which I then proceeded to hide under my pillow in Michael’s room.Later, as we lay side by side. I invited her to sit, and offered her a beverage. When I took her coat, she was sporting a pair of purple leggings and a white & purple V-neck knit top. Nice shape, overall - especially her tits and thighs. I asked her to expound on her "a-hole" comment, and she said "The guys think they're all it - and like I'm supposed to just fall into bed with them!" I nodded, with no chuckle this time. "Yes, college boys (and, they ARE boys) can be like that. They have no life experience, and limited. It became a standing joke over the years that she would flirt quite brazenly with me in front of her husband and he would tease her that given the chance she would not know what to do with me if she was given the opportunity, just for the laugh i used to return the banter by complimenting her and generally flirting with her to make her feel good. If i am honest Yvonne who was 64yrs old was what i would usually describe as mutton dressed as lamb, she had, as most women of her age tend to have. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer, her sweet mouth was quickly driving me over the edge. I reluctantly pulled my cock from her hungry mouth and helped her to her feet. By now her blouse was wide open and her beautiful tits were waiting for my hungry mouth. I lifted her up placing her ass on the vanity and positioned myself between those smooth thighs. With one stroke I buried all nine inches of my hard cock into her waiting pussy while mouth hungrily sucked on her pert.
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