angela40
Really Experienced
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- Apr 14, 2014
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Never thought I would fall in love with an 18 year old teen. I was 38 at the time, not thinking of the consequences. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. The feel of his hand slipping into my half open shirt, palming my 36DD, was devine. George loved seeing me dressed in short slit skirts or wrap arounds. On one occasion he surprised me since I had not expected him, he just showed up at my flat. Had just come out of the shower wrapped in a short bathrobe. An hour earlier my editor was with me going over materials to be published. Ashamed to say he had taken me anally.
George came in, no words exchanged, he opened my robe, kneeled in front of me, and buried his tongue in my wet "cunt". I pushed his head hard against my pussy, the urge in me took over. I pulled him up and took him to the bedroom. The bed was in disarray, George wanted to know, told him had a nap. He didn't believe me seeing wet spots on the sheet.
"I love you " he said. I took his face between my hands and kissed him, tongued inside his mouth, mixing our spittle. His cock was still covered. Opened his pants, I needed him even though I had a fuck an hour earlier. I laid on the sheet, opened my thighs yearning for George's cock
George came in, no words exchanged, he opened my robe, kneeled in front of me, and buried his tongue in my wet "cunt". I pushed his head hard against my pussy, the urge in me took over. I pulled him up and took him to the bedroom. The bed was in disarray, George wanted to know, told him had a nap. He didn't believe me seeing wet spots on the sheet.
"I love you " he said. I took his face between my hands and kissed him, tongued inside his mouth, mixing our spittle. His cock was still covered. Opened his pants, I needed him even though I had a fuck an hour earlier. I laid on the sheet, opened my thighs yearning for George's cock
