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you in the mood for?”

“I need a little time, but I can’t imagine anything better for breakfast than Mrs. Aldrich’s sweet pussy.”

“Oh Adam, I think you mean my yummy pussy.”

An hour later we were back in an embrace. Her tits were soft, saggy bags of flesh; my hands were all over them. Her hand was stroking my cock. “Adam, like I said, that blowjob was a first in like forever. Can I convince you to . . . ummmm, this is difficult. Can I convince you to fuck me?”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want . . .”

I am, kind of.”

“Mrs. Aldrich, I should make sure your pussy is ready.” I smiled and then I went down on her.

I’m not sure if it was because she’d sucked my cock earlier or the anticipation of getting fucked, but Mrs. Aldrich’s pussy wasn’t just yummy, it was juicy.

I ate and ate, licking her slit and tonguing her hole. “Last night I was surprised you knew where to put your tongue. Now, I know you know; do my clitoris, Adam. Make me cum.”

It didn’t take too long. This time Mrs. Aldrich was even more animated. Her hips and ass were moving. “Yes oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. I want your cock.”

I ended up spending another night. There was: “Adam, I don’t know when or where I’ll get another chance to suck a cock, and definitely not a young one this hard. Please?”

I think she said that twice more over the next twenty-four hours. Or: “Adam, it feels like your cock is ready to fuck me again.”

Or: “Adam, I think you should lick my pussy one more time and tell me how yummy it is.”

Before I left, “I’ve never had a reason to go to California, but maybe now I do, and Adam, if you ever come through Tulsa, perhaps on your way home to Boston, you have my number.” There was one final blowjob.

When I finally got back on Interstate 44, I drove less than four hours. I was exhausted. I have to admit that old lady wore me out, and I’m not exaggerating to tell you that her pussy was indeed yummy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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