It seems this is what they call mature women like me. I didn’t know if it was a compliment or an insult really. They asked me if i preferred big coc...ks or small. I explained that for me i like them big and nice and thick but more importantly i like them really hard. They wanted to know if i preferred young men or men my age. I surprised them by saying i really enjoy young men but don’t measure things i just enjoy each experience. Every man is different and they all enjoy differing things. Mike tried to connect with those past who ventured into the New World . . . adventurer . . explorer . . conqueror. Rosa drew close to him, having finished the rum and coke he’d mixed for her. Mike could tell she was a bit tipsy already by the way she leaned. The street turned left, and they aimlessly followed it. Mike enjoyed looking down at her. Rosa’s black dress was, for her, somewhat daring, though hardly immodest. As she leaned over, the material would pull slightly away, affording Mike a. I got outta bed and went and sat on the couch between the two of them. From the first time I had met Johnny I would get butterflies in my stomach and my pussy would get soaking wet when he was around. I knew he turned me on but I have always been a faithful, one man woman and fucking him never was an option in my mind. He was excellent eye candy for me though, about 5'9", 185 lbs., brown hair, honey colored eyes that'd make you melt and a smile you would just get lost in.So we are sitting on. Mesmerized by it. Bending forward I slowly laid my tongue first on the glans on the underside of his shaft. Slowly drawing it upwards, through the crease that split the head of his penis. I could now taste firsthand the juices flowing from him. All my sense were awakened. The sight of this massive tool. The feel, feeling his heartbeat pulsing in the distended vein under my hand. Smelling his body, his juices, our juices. His taste upon my tongue. And lastly the sounds my father made as my.