I packed up my gear into the car, and Sarah hopped in the passenger seat, and away we went. Indian porn Her hand pressed my head further into her crotch while she sighed. It was perfect. Plus, the hot tub, would hopefully wash away the any evidence of the Cindy. People can be sexy at any age, and Cindy was sexy. The thing that struck me about Cindy was she was clearly in her mid-to-late forties, but everything else about her was “young”. She sits leans me against the desk and undoes my belt without ever removing her lips from mine. I grabbed her shoulders as I thrust in and out of her. It was always fun. That’s when it clicks in my brain what’s happening (again, I’m pretty slow most of the time). Christmas time comes around and it turns out that the country club that Sarah belonged to was doing a fundraiser for who-knows-what and wanted some live acoustic music during the dinner. They would throw little parties with their friends every month or so, and I became the regular entertainment. Her hips rotated around and around ever so subtlety. Then I got nervous. We get to her office and she unlocks the door. I’ll admit, I lasted MAYBE five minutes.
