I feel your touch like an electric shock and I bridle a little, but your other hand is at my waist, holding the white waistband of my apron, and you have expected this – it is the threshold, we both know it … I stammer something cringingly inane about hoping I look half as good at that age, and you touch me gently on the cheek and say softly that you are sure I will, that I’m even prettier than you were at sixteen. Xxx vedio will I cross it, can you carry me over? For a moment, I lie back, spent and taken, and yet fulfilled beyond measure. so moist, so dripping wet with juices. Once again, you idly trace your hand along my body – starting from my knee, and stroking upwards along my inner thigh until my pussy is once again cupped in your palm. You nod, but instead of taking immediate action you rise from the bed, and disappear for a moment into the en suite bathroom. Suddenly the realisation hits me: I’m having lesbian sex, I’m actually fucking an older woman! shit! Your left hand slips between my parted thighs once more, gently caressing my mound and running a fingertip delicately along my opening cleft.
