Still not knowing what to do or say, I just watched him as he drooled his eyes over my leg. His eyes found their way to mine and I noticed a sinister ...twinkle, his hand then slowly but assertively pulled my leg about eight inches toward him and in turn spreading my legs, which revealed to him a view right up my skirt allowing him to see my pink lacy knickers!My brain told my lips to say things like ‘Oie you dirty fucker, get the fuck off me!’ but all that my lips produced were ‘Umm... Hey!’The. I lifted the blanket to reveal that she was wearing an ankle length flannel sleeping gown. My cock pulsed in my briefs, my heart started to thud loudly, not because of how she looked but because I was going to get on the bed with her.I turned away from her and sat slowly down, putting my butt on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped with my weight until I was sitting fully. She didn’t move, she didn’t wake. I twisted around and ever so carefully eased back until I was on my back with my feet. Eventually I loaded a profile on a sex dating site. Never having done anything like this before, I was surprised by the huge volume of messages I relieved on the first day. I was selective, only responding to men over sixty years of age. I exchanged messages with a few but it was clear from the beginning I had a favourite. Ron was seventy years old. From his brief messages he sounded very naughty and very horny. He did not say much, which suited me as I was purely looking to act out my fantasy,. ‘Don’t worry, sweetie,’ she said patting his crotch. ‘We’ll get that big cock of yours into something tight and wet soon.’ After a half hour of driving they came to one of Climax City’s wealthiest suburbs, an affluent community of lawyers, judges, professional and other rich people called Cougarton. The name was apt, as Tommy only knew of the suburb from the number of sexy cougars and milfs he had fucked here. There were a lot of big white houses with horny, bored trophy wives inside whose.