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"Mr. Isaacson, these bounce, they've always bounced. I hated that guys stared at them. Cheering, they couldn't help but bounce and I thought the whole gym was looking at them, not me."

"Kendra, if you'll recall, you showed them to me at the Classic Hotel when you had your reunion. Of course, guys stared; that's what we do, and why wouldn't we. I think I called them gorgeous."

She blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Isaacson. Ummm, about the reunion and in your hotel room." Kendra was sitting across from me in a booth. She got up and sat next to me and put her hand on my thigh. "I was a little wild that night. I'd blame it on the alcohol, but that wasn't it. Mr. Isaacson," she whispered, "I'd like a night like that again. Tonight."

She got up, I thought she was going back across from me in the booth. Nope.

She grabbed her bag. "Coming?" and smiled at me. I paid the bill and followed her out.

"Mr. Isaacson, I could really use some love and affection. When we get to my home, please come in. I want you to."

Kendra opened the door for me, and followed me inside. "In those old black and white movies, the woman used to say, ‘I'll be right back. I want to get into something more comfortable.' Mr. Isaacson, my bedroom is this way. I don't want to get into something more comfortable, I want to get into bed. Naked."

As soon as we got to her bedroom, she started to get undressed. I sat on the bed, watching. I'm not sure why. Maybe I didn't want to appear anxious. Maybe I wanted to watch a woman get undressed.

Kendra did. Yes, those tits were spectacular; I stared as she took off her jeans and panties. "You are going to join me, aren't you?"

I undressed and joined her under the covers. When she reached for my cock, it was already hard. Of course it was, I'd just seen a very attractive woman get naked. "Hmmmm, I'm glad I excite you. I remember what I did in your hotel room, I'd like to do it again."

I was feeling up those magnificent tits with my hands and my mouth. "Kendra, My wife died twelve years ago. She was ill for five years. That means it's been at least seventeen years since I've eaten pussy. I'd love to."

That must have stunned Kendra. I know I stunned myself. Her hand stopped playing with my cock. "Ummm, Mr. Isaacson, I-I-I, I mean no man has even suggested that in over a decade. I'm forty-years-old. No one wants to eat forty-year-old pussy."

"I'd say that no woman wants a sixty-seven-year-old man to eat their pussy, but I'd like to try. I don't even know if I'm any good at it. My lips went from a nipple to her stomach. "Mr. Isaacson, are you sure?"

Kendra Jarvis was a blonde. I suspected that at her age, her hairdresser had something to do with that. Her bush was black and huge; it was huge even framed by her thick thighs.

I kissed that bush all over. She sighed.

Now, I was between her legs and kissed those thighs. She sighed.

"Mr. Isaacson, I'm wet in anticipation, please don't tease me." She took my head in her hands.

They say that fucking is like riding a bike; you never forget how. Is eating pussy the same? I know my wife praised my tongue work, but that was almost twenty years ago.

Is there anything, and I do mean anything better than the taste of pussy?

I'd forgotten; completely forgotten. I thought Kendra was delicious. She said she was like a wild woman when she blew me in that hotel room. I'm pretty sure I went wild on her pussy. I'm not sure, but her clitoris was very sensitive, which when my tongue engaged it, sent Kendra into spasms.

"OOOOOOH, OOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, MR. ISAACSON, MR. ISAACSON, I'M COMING. OH GOD, I'M COMING."

I didn't know I could still do that to a woman. Could I do her again? My tongue started. "OOOOOOH, OOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, MR. ISAACSON, MR. ISAACSON, I'M COMING AGAIN. OH GOD, I'M COMING AGAIN."

I didn't stop and Kendra didn't want me to; until she did. "MR. ISAACSON, PLEASE, PLEASE, I NEED YOUR COCK, MY PUSSY NEEDS YOUR COCK. I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME. PLEASE."

Except for that reunion weekend, I hadn't been fucked. I hadn't had any sex in ages but you knew that.

I was hesitant to leave that pussy; a pussy I found so sweet, and so responsive. However, as you can see Kendra was adamant. More than adamant; she was insistent. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, MR. ISAACSON. PLEASE."

As I got on top of her, and my cock probed her entrance, Kendra started moaning, It wasn't anything like the sounds she made when I was eating her. They were soft, indecipherable moans that got louder as we fucked. "Mr. Isaacson, I've looked forward to this almost all my life. Give it to me good. Fulfill my fantasy; make my dreams come true."

Now, to be fair, at my age, I was lucky that I could get hard. At my age I was lucky that I didn't cum right away. Looking at Kendra, I was lucky to be fucking someone so beautiful.

To expect me to "make my dreams come true," was not on the list of things she should or could expect.

We rolled around on the bed. I was pleased with my performance. I was ecstatic with the way Kendra fucked me. She was bouncing that big ass off the bed; her legs were on my back. She was moaning loudly.

I'd say I was slamming my cock in and out of her, but that wasn't true. I was trying to go fast enough to satisfy Kendra, but not so fast that I'd come.

"Come on, Mr. Isaacson, give it to me. Give me your cock." She moved that ass faster.

"Kendra, you're fantastic. You're almost too much for someone my age."

"Just keep fucking me." She looked me in the eye. "When I was high school, I'd lie in bed at night, dreaming that you'd notice me, and want to fuck me. Now, you are. Keep giving me your cock. You make my pussy feel so good."

I lasted far longer than I expected, and Kendra had more than one orgasm, which pleased me and her no end. "Mr. Isaacson, please stay the night. I'm going to want it again in the morning?" It was a question.

At the moment, I was exhausted. I just wanted to close my eyes. I did. It must have been 2 AM when I woke up to use the bathroom. Kendra appeared to be asleep.

When I came back to bed, she certainly wasn't asleep. The light on the nightstand was on, and the covers were only up to her waist. "Mr. Isaacson, I know you might not be ready, but if you'd like to go back to sleep playing with my titties, I'd like that."

I did snuggle up to those magnificent tits and we fell back to sleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, I woke up with Kendra smiling at me. "Good morning, Mr. Isaacson. How about I start your day off right? Pussy? Titties? Blowjob? What would you like?"

"I feel like I'm dreaming."

"Mr. Isaacson, that's how I felt last night. Like I had a dream fulfilled. Thank you. How can I thank you?" Kendra threw off the covers.

"I-I-Kendra, I-I. . ."

"I think you liked the blowjob I gave you after the reunion."

She went down on me. It was only the second blowjob I'd had in over twenty years. Kendra was amazing again. It was as if she hadn't sucked a cock since she'd sucked mine two years ago.

After last night, it took a while. "Thank you, Mr. Isaacson. You were my dream boat in high school. Senior year I started giving blowjobs, but in the back of my head, it was always your big, beautiful cock I was sucking."

"I hope I lived up to your expectations."

"Oh, Mr. Isaacson, you did, you did. Now, Mr. Isaacson, you can make Mady's dreams come true, too. I just need to let her know you're available.

TO BE CONTINUED

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