As we kissed, he started pushing his tongue into my mouth. Despite him being a nearly 60-year-old man with a bulging tummy and a sweaty body, I felt my arousal building, and I responded by opening my mouth wider for him. 'That's it, girl, take my tongue deep,' he grunted between kisses. I loved the way his large, rough hands caressed and squeezed my breasts—the rougher he squeezed them, the wetter my pussy got. As I kisse...