“Ah yeah, take that dick” and I let out another muffled moan. He began moving his massive cock, now even thicker and firm, in and out as he contin...ued to hold the back of my head. I strained to take more of him and my lips caressed the ridges of his cocks head. I felt as if I was experiencing one long, slow orgasm as I held his hips and began guiding him in and out of my mouth, myself. Making him fuck my mouth, now he released his grip on the back of my head and held it gently. I moaned again at. I lay on my back and let him enjoy my body and explore it. I was pretty surprised as Brad started to slowly kiss my lips, then tongue kissing me and his very soft touch of my nipples and breasts. This was not the touch of an awkward k** I expected, instead he had a great soft touch that felt great and was arousing me. Brad advanced slowly with gentle wet kisses and soft touching my breasts and nipples. I could feel my breath getting heavier. He then lowered his head and started to play with my. From the song "Fancy" by Bobbie Gentry (1969) & Reba Mcintire (1991)Time: 1930s depression era LouisianaPlace: One room shack on the outskirts of New OrleansMiss Fancy Mae Devereux sat in an oversized galvanized washtub trying her best to scrape and scour the humiliating filth of poverty from her flawless, alabaster flesh. From the corner of her eye she could see her sickly, coughing mother slaving away ironing every wrinkled crease from a satin dancing dress. In a basket under the ironing. He was looking at these profiles over and over, all with pretty much the same story, then he found her. “Karen, 58” it said underneath a tasteful photo of her sat reading a book in the garden, wearing a pristine white blouse. “Widowed. Mum of one adult son. I enjoy keeping fit (especially swimming), reading and playing the Ukulele. Looking for good company.” followed in her description. The only shared “interested” was ‘Tunnocks Tea Cakes’.He perused over her other pictures while he decided.