I was trying not to ejaculate.Slowly my hands moved down from her breast to between her legs. She was wearing a skirt and I could feel her knickers we...re warm and hot.She decided to go down on my penis, wow I was amazed at how good she was. She was a pro and I couldn’t contain myself, I had to stop her or I would have ended up cumming in her mouth. She laid down on the back seat, it was crammed.I pulled down her knickers, and slowly took my mouth to her hot spot. Her vagina was wet and I loved. About eighteen months after we moved to Allentown, Betty died with a brain aneurism. Hallie sat with me for hours in the funeral home, holding my hand. My wife and I had been married for thirty-six years. It was hard.Fast forward five years…Hallie had completed her associate’s degree at Wheeler State, a junior college, about fifteen miles from Allentown, next to an army post. She had met a captain, thirty-four years old, who swept the trusting, loving, girl off her feet.I, being fifty-five,. She could feel herself oh so close to that sweet climax. “Pl-plea-” “CUM for me,” he commanded. As the man said this, suddenly dug his fingers into her vagina, finger fucking her, starting slow at first. He increased his pace as her moans were getting louder. He could see her, squirming helplessly on the bed, and could see her body shaking. There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched her. “Plea….mmmm….!” Rosaline could feel herself getting closer…closer still! She let out series of. He knew it.Across the street the door to Mamba’s store opened and the two whores led Sarah out to a chorus of whistles. The teenager was wearing a lime green, very short dress, exposed up the back with tall, silver high heels. It hardly covered her athletic, full ass. Neither was she wearing a bra which made her breasts bob as she stepped shyly out to greet her audience.‘Yeah baby’ laughed Billy. ‘Now you’ze a ghetto bitch’. The girls eyes were wide and she looked stunned and the big whore led.