I run my hands across your matching thong and can feel how wet you are. I slide my hand inside and rub your wet pussy. I push your thong down and take... you over to the couch. I step back and look at your sexy body before me. Your hard erect nipples craving attention, your beautifully shaven pussy glistening with your juices. I sit you down on the couch and kiss you and kiss my way down your sexy body. I suck your nipples then kiss down your stomach. I reach your clit and suck it into my mouth. I. Moving my arm around her shoulders and pulling her towards me she said “How old are you” “52” as I kissed her on the lips, as my hand ran itself over her breasts, “Does it matter”, “No” she mumbled, as we were in a full on clinch I ran my tongue onto her neck and back to her lips, she moaned slightly.As I was feeling her tits, I moved my hand underneath her top and fondled her through her bra, lifting up her top over her head I kissed her neck as I unclipped her bra, she had decent size tits. She let out a quick shriek as she jumped back."Oh. My. Fucking. God!" She exclaimed as she tried in vain to cover her nakedness with her hands:"Mister James!"Mister James was really James Cooper. He was the farm manager for all the local farms who were owned by city people like our parents. Everyone called him Mr. James out of respect, which was kind of unusual around these parts because he was a black man. Down here in the south, black men didn't get much respect at all, even in this day. I got bored so I wrote it with one hand.I couldn't wait to get on the road the next morning. Yes I was starved, but also I was embarrassed as hell. Being the star of a live porno show might not bother Lucy, but it did bother me.We were eating in what was the French equivalent of a country fast food restaurant. It was a drive up food stand on the side of the road. I had what looked like a giant hot dog, but was really sausage with savory mustard on a French roll. It was good but I could feel my.