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• Age: 55
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About Me: She sat turned to him on the couch one leg pulled up between them. She leaned forward to talk in her random spotty way, never completing a sentence, letting them trail off into private thought, smiling when she had been gone for more than a second as if suddenly remembering him there on the couch not in her fantasy. The tea and popcorn on the coffee table at his feet, the movie started, opening credits rolling. They talked and munched and sipped. Then she leaned forward and kissed him, quiet and soft at first but liking the taste she licked her lips and then attacked his lips trying to consume him The movie was forgotten the tea left to cool. The popcorn spilt. Suddenly she was on top of him straddling his jeans that were becoming increasingly uncomfortable tongue pressing searching finding and searching again fingers on his nipples then she sat back touching her lips with her finger tips a smile coy head lowered she enjoyed the erection she could feel through his jeans. She had brought it to life. It was hers and it was for her. Then she rose holding his hand leading him down the hallway to her room past doors partly open. Sleeping babes there in the dark her room still a foreign landscape, dressers and pictures of people he did not know. She kissed him lightly as she led him to the bed then turned and locked the door smiling back at him. On the dresser she lit a candle the room warmed with the flickering light. He sat on the edge of the bed watching her walk toward him. her head was low eyes hungry and deep she straddled him unbuttoning her blouse with her left hand then pushing him back on the bed with her right. Kneeling on the bed with one knee she pushed his sweater up. With a smile she licks his belly button and then all around it across the edge of his jeans teasing and promising all at the same time.