I remember taking a deep breath, he pulled out at first than poured some more lube on my ass, pushed back in again… he repeated it for a few time, a...ll the while he was still puffing on that weed. I remember one guy told me once to relax my hole when the cock was in, so I tried to relax as much as I could… his skinny body was against my ass, now I knew he was deep in my ass, I felt his skinny long cock in my gut.. I remember gripping the carpet on the floor, this little old man started picking. I loved it that I’d told Her. That was my dream.She smiled at me – “that’s so sweet of you – what’s your name?”“Graham,” I said, shyly.“Graham! You’re the one who sends those letters to my fan club!” This is around 1990, no emails, no mobile phones. “Yes Miss, sorry Miss, I know I get carried away, I can’t help it.”“Nonsense Graham, it’s absolutely fine, you’re doing no harm. It’s lovely of you to take the time to write such lovely things to me, I’m flattered.”“Better get yourself cleaned up!”. I missed having a random girl or guy slobbering on my cock and taking my load.There was no chance I was going to suck on it.If anything, I came here to see Cynthia have fun and maybe have my own dick sucked; not the other way round.He peered thru the hole and left.Out of curiosity I knelt down and took a peek myself thru the hole.I saw a room full of naked guys, stroking and the odd couple kissing each other.That grossed me out and I was starting to move from the hole, as guys kissing revolted. I put my hands on her legs, pulling her pussy open, exposing her completely. Seeing her opening made my cock the hardest I’d ever felt it. My tongue took aim at her opening, as I slipped it into her as far as it could reach. I curled my tongue upward, swiping it side to side. Mrs. T pushed her pussy hard against my grille.She let out a moan of approval, as I licked inside of her. Without warning, her thighs clamped around my head. Her hands pulled my hair into her even further. Her moans turned.