Pat and I were away for the weekend. We settled in our hotel room, and I told Pat I wouldn't mind a nap. Pat wasn't tired because she had slept a good chunk of the drive. "Okay, you have a rest, and I will have a look around," Pat said after kissing me on the forehead. I made myself comfortable on the bed while Pat freshened up and fell asleep before she left. When I woke I couldn't believe it, I had slept for nearly two...

Pat and I were in bed. She was sitting on my dick which had begun to deflate after filling her tight pussy with my cream. For a fifty-six-year-old, Pat has exceptional control over her vaginal muscles. It's incredible how she can pull the last few drops of cum from my balls with them. Instead of dismounting, Pat remained on my dick. She had a disconcerted look on her face, so I asked if she hadn't enjoyed our romp. "Of co...

It was a balmy summer evening. Pat and I were sitting outside having a drink. "You're staring," Pat said. I couldn't help it. Pat was wearing a white tank top and no bra. It wasn't see-through, but I could make out the size of her areola. "Has anyone else seen you dressed like that?" I asked. Pat took a drink of her wine, "Of course. Only the other morning, I answered the door dressed like this. It was a delivery man with...

I came home from work, and as I drove down the drive, Larry was riding down on his bicycle. Larry is eighteen and the son of friends. I stopped and said, "Hi" to Larry, and asked how he was. Larry looked very nervous. He was red-faced and only managed a strained smile and said nothing. "What is wrong with Larry?" I asked Pat when I got inside. "He didn't even say hello, and he looked flustered." Pat told me Larry had retu...

Pat and I had just had fantastic sex. I want to say it was me that got her so horny she screamed her way through multiple orgasms, but it wasn't. We had been to a work social, and there Pat met Ian for the first time. He was the one who got Pat's juices flowing. From the second Pat saw Ian, I could see she wanted him. Pat's eyes focused on him, blocking out anyone else in the room. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the thin s...

My poker friends and I were in a bar having a drink. "Go on, ask him," Ken said, nudging Ron in the arm. Ron looked nervous, but so did Ken. Greg and Rob, the other two in our group, did too. "Ask me what?" I inquired. Ron cleared his throat, "Is it okay if we play at your place again this week?" he asked nervously. "I don't see why not, but why not your place. It is your turn, isn't it?" I asked Ron. "You know damn well...