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The next month Brant and I had great sex. We each recounted our experiences. While he ate me, he told me all about eating Matty and her lovely red bush. "But baby, there's nothing like eat you to make my cock hard."

"Tell me again, how sweet my pussy is. Do my clitoris, Brant. You know what that does to me."

My orgasms were almost as good as on our honeymoon.

As for Brant. "Brant, that boy I fucked, wasn't nearly as good as you," I said while I rode his cock. "His cock didn't do to me, what yours does. I'd love to suck your cock to thank it for how good it is to me. Let me suck it, baby." It may not sound like it, but I was begging to blow him. I knew how much he liked me to beg to suck him.

Three months later we started thinking about going out again. "Brant, I've done a guy our age and I did a really young guy. When I was doing Drew, I thought it might be nice to have a romantic weekend."

"What do you mean?"

"This Drew kid could fuck and fuck, but there was nothing romantic about it. It was fun, but . . ."

"Are you saying that an older guy might give you what you're looking for?"

"It might be interesting, and if you picked up a woman like your mom's age, she might teach you some things that you could pass on to me." I laughed.

"A woman my mom's age, EWWWWWWWWW!!!! Do you know what you're saying?"

"Remember that saying, don't knock it until you've tried it." I laughed.

It took a couple of blowjobs over the next weekend to convince Drew that he should try it.

We decided that the kind of people we were looking for most likely could be found in upscale hotel bars in mid-town.

It was a snowy weekend in New York. The hotel bar was a gold mine. We went into the bar together. I found a seat at the bar next to woman. "Is this seat taken?"

"No, help yourself."

"I thought you might be waiting for someone."

"Nope, I'm stuck here. The trains to Albany aren't running. I hope my cats are okay."

"I'm Jan. So, you're stuck here?"

"It looks like through the weekend. I'm Judy."

"Say, if you're looking for company, my brother's at the end of the bar probably watching some basketball game. I think he's cute. He's my age, but I'll bet he'd be a lot of fun."

"Fun? I could use some fun."

I waved to Brant, and in a few minutes he came over. "Brant, this is Judy. She's stuck in New York for the weekend. I thought you two might have fun together."

I let Brant have my bar stool. Judy was probably in her mid-fifties with bleach blonde hair. Her dress was tight, showing off a lot of cleavage. It looked like she had a big ass, too. She might be just what I was trying to convince Brant to try.

I went to the ladies room. When I came back, they were gone. I found a table for two and ordered a drink. "Excuse me, Miss. The bar's full and

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