I moaned with pleasure…I loved Ana’s horny state of mind during morning; but now I knew she was craving for a good black cock, for sure…Her blow... job was slow and soothing. She seemed contented the longer she spent teasing my cock with her lips, tongue and fingers. When she slowly sucked my cock down her throat and then withdrew in the same manner, I moaned my contentment and reached down to put my hands on her head. She responded favorably to my hands, allowing me to control her movement. I. Her hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of me, and her growl reverberated in my chest as i pushed in more deeper In her. She moved on me. Lightning lashed through her veins, and her focus narrowed to my dick, her mouth, her body on mine. My palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and she groaned my name as she shattered”As she shuffled back, i glanced down at the insertion point between her legs. God, that goddamn thing in there was huge; she looked. " I know her very well, Alan, and I know one thing she misses most in her life. Can you guess just what that might be?" she asked me, smiling down at me, as her tight pussy pleasured me up and down."Wouldn't be doing this, would it?" I asked."You seem to know a lot about older women, Alan. Is this something about you? This thing for older women?" Yeah, I guess it is. There just seems to be a lot of really pretty older women around and, well, I really like them." Who was the first older woman. Given that Kate had a near genius I. Q., was 5’7”, 115 pounds with long flaxen hair, even longer shapely legs, and a face reminiscent of Helen of Troy, it would be difficult to understand how her present situation was possible unless you knew one more thing about her. Kate had another, non-academic goal; to be an Olympian in her favorite sport, gymnastics. Kate had been practicing tirelessly since she was seven. No weekend parties in high school but plenty of time spent in the gym developing.