As a woman closer to retirement, I was having a difficult time trying to rationalize my sexual vicariousness for a coworker half my age. Scott, why ar...e you here?I loved it when he wore his faded jeans. It wrapped his thick thighs and muscled legs assuring dominance in every step. His 5 o’clock shadow, the cracked hands of a man who toiled outdoors, his scar on his right hand. On days when the office was asked to wear their Sunday best, I would always wear something special in hopes he would. "Clark moaned as his niece placed the head of his cock against her moistened labia and sank down on it in a few slow thrusts. When she had him buried to the hilt, she untied her robe and slid it off, before leaning down to rest her body against his and kissing him again. Then, after making out with her uncle for a few minutes, she began to slowly rise and fall on top of his pole, scraping his chest with her full and remarkably firm breasts while staring deeply into his eyes.The pace increased. Keep touching me. I really like that.”Ron went back to her breast. I decided to head for more fertile grounds. I kissed her first and then moved down between her legs which were now spread. I lifted her legs so that her feet were just below and outside her buttocks. Her pussy lips were slightly parted and obviously very wet. I ran my fingers through her sparse bright red pubic hair. Her pussy hair looked soft but was actually quite stiff. I gripped a little of the stubble and gave it a little. I was waiting in the waiting area and was called in to meet my future boss, but the interview didn't pan out that well, so she asked me to wait in the waiting area again. As I was walking there, I saw this black girl with the softest angora sweater. It was beautiful. I looked at her right in the eyes. I got to the waiting area, and she walked out walking past me. We locked eyes, and I told her what a beautiful sweater she was wearing. She walked over to me and whispered, "I'm going to the.