" You sure it wasn't the case you, the supposed more experienced woman, was leading him on." Oh I don't think so darling. I don't think he needed lead...ing, besides, I think he knew exactly what it was he was after." And knowing that excited you all the more....didn't it?"For a moment there was a silence."Yes." And what about you? What was it you wanted?" Hmmm!" Let me guess shall I? There you were, the older, mature woman growing more and more aroused with the idea this young guy was playing. Dad would have been so disappointed in me, had he known.Not that Marsha’s ‘friends’ were capable of telling the difference. They were stereotypical SoCal reality show fodder. Marsha wasn’t the only one on the ‘music’ or PR business, and they all had the sunglasses and air kissing down to a ‘T’.Mid- to late-twenties and they hadn’t grown up, still living only for the moment. Being broke before payday, every payday. They truly epitomized ‘style over substance’ and spending time in their company. I just dropped to my knees to get a better look at it.“Can I touch it?”“By all means,” says Mr. Taylor.I reached out and took it in my hands. It was heavy, half-engorged with blood and it must have held a lot. I couldn’t even wrap my hand around it; I needed both hands to fully encircle it. And the head was even bigger.“Can I suck it?”Mr. Taylor told me to go ahead. (I guess I should call him Josh. I mean, after you’ve sucked a man’s cock, formalities kind of go out the window.)I started to. She was short but aggressive, she definitely wanted to dominate me. She started ripping at my shirt and my pants. I shoved my hands down her tights, seeking her pussy. I feel her, warm and wet. My cock popped out and he nearly strangled it, stroking up and down. It was rough, but the pain made it all the more exciting. She bit my chest and my shoulders. I grabbed her ass and tried to pick her up but she grabbed my neck and pulled me down. I could feel teeth on my neck as she laid me on the.