[Randall M]

Originally Posted by puta7

At the time, I was 51 he'd just turned 21. He was sweet--handsome (I thought shy) with a georgeous smile. He worked at a restaraunt I frequented, and we'd been friendly (but not really flirting) for over a year. One evening I mentioned that I planned to make daquiris and he asked if he could stop by. We never made it through the first drink. He took my drink from me, kissed me slow and strong. He put his hands on my skin under my shirt...and I pulled it over my head and off. He guided me to the bed (one room place), sat me down on the edge--and put me in positions I didn't know existed! He put my feet over his shoulders, and then crossed one leg over another. I thought, "this isn't going to work..." I was so happy to be so wrong! Because I've learned a few tricks at sucking, I wanted to let him know how grateful I was. He really preferred to fuck. That young man should be teaching his skills to others!!!

He was fandamntastic. He serviced me several times before my job took me to another city. I seldom see him anymore---but if I could---I'd be his fuckslave in a heartbeat.

What a wonderful testament to the IR allure that many more mature white wives seek to fulfill.