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The engine of my forty-five year old E-type growled smoothly as I pulled out of the garage, glancing down at the GPS on my phone to remind myself of the general directions to my destination. Since it was only about twenty minutes away, and it was a delightful evening, I had decided to take the convertible out for a spin. I trusted it would make the relatively short trip without mishap. I was in a particularly good mood that evening. Comfortable enough to not worry about finances, in good health and looking a lot better than many of my contemporaries. I had a beautiful wife at home and a beautiful, hot young teenage girl who, for some reason that I couldn’t figure out, wanted me to fuck her brains out at every opportunity. My brow furrowed at that last thought. Perhaps Jennifer was just a huge tease and I was just another “notch in her belt” or an item on her bucket list? Well, she could certainly cross “Fuck a dirty old man” off that list! I knew that it wouldn’t last, but I was determined to enjoy it and make the most of it. Besides, she was amazing for my self-confidence. Obviously I wasn’t able to enjoy her company in public and have men, young and old, wonder what “that old guy has got that I haven’t?” Money, they’d be thinking. But self-confidence is an internal thing and, as long as I knew I was her “fuck-toy” (at least for the time almanbahis şikayet being), then I was happy. I smiled to myself as I slowed to a stop at a traffic light. Visions of Jennifer on my arm in a full length evening dress that clung to every curve in her body flashed through my mind. “Nice.” I heard the feminine voice and looked up to see two well-dressed young women walking down the street beside me. “Thank you very much, Miss. Oh wait, you mean the car, don’t you?” They both giggled and looked at each other. “No, we meant you, silly man,” she winked, but they didn’t stop walking. As the light changed, I momentarily thought of gunning the engine, dropping the clutch and squealing the tyres – but I’m not a childish boy with penis issues so I didn’t. I glanced over at them as I slowly pulled away and gave them the coolest wave of the hand that I could muster. I probably looked like a real twit to them given our age difference, but I didn’t care. What was important was the billboard advert behind them with a picture of a glass full of ice with alcohol being poured over it. Fuck, I thought to myself, ICE! I need ice! For the sake of men everywhere, I didn’t need another woman shaking her head and rolling her eyes mumbling “Men! Bloody useless creatures!” Five minutes later, I pulled up to what I hoped was Anna’s home. Damnit, almanbahis canlı casino why can’t people put their damn house numbers where you can actually see them? Ahh, there it is… I grabbed the bag of ice and the small bouquet of colourful flowers I had picked up at the last minute, and climbed out of the low-slung car. Nervously brushing my hand through my hair, I walked to the door and, just as I was about to ring the bell, the door swung open. “Jennifer!” “Jerry!” she giggled as she mimicked the surprise in my voice. ” If you’re here to fuck me Jerry, I have bad news for you. It’ll have to be a quickie, Mom had to nip out for a while and she asked me to hang around until she got back to drive me over to my friend’s house. So, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in and make yourself comfortable?” The emphasis on her last word sent a tingle through my groin as she stepped back to let me in. “Ohhh, you brought me ice, how thoughtful of you,” she said, ignoring the flowers in my other hand. I couldn’t help but laugh at her mature sense of humour as my gaze travelled the length of her body. She was wearing a pair of white yoga pants that looked as if they had been painted on, with a tight white halter top that held her perfect young breasts above her flat stomach. A pair of strappy white gladiator almanbahis casino sandals exposed her pretty painted toes, adding further to my state of growing arousal as I stared at them. “You really do like my pretty feet, don’t you Jerry? Most guys I know can’t take their eyes of my tits,” she giggled as she twitched her shoulders causing her breasts to jiggle deliciously under her top. “But, you’re not like most guys, are you, Jerry? I’ve never met a guy with a foot fetish,” she said softly as she wiggled her toes for me. I dragged my eyes back to her face, conscious of the obvious state of my arousal which had caught her attention. Although we were still standing in the doorway, she moved closer to me and reached out to place her hand on the outline of my hard cock, stroking it slowly up and down. “Oh fuck, stop it Jennifer,” I moaned, but I couldn’t pull away from that intense feeling. “You make me so hot,” I mumbled. Her fingers and thumb moved to the sides of my shaft and she continued her slow massage as my penis twitched to her touch. I tore my eyes from her toes and glanced nervously over my shoulders to make sure we weren’t being watched my an inquisitive neighbour. “No, Jerry, keep looking at my pretty feet. Do you remember squirting your warm cum all over my foot the other night?” I nodded. Then I felt her thumb rubbing against my sensitive frenulum. “Oh Godddd!” I moaned, as I felt the first signs of an approaching orgasm. She smiled at me, recognising the signs as my cock throbbed under her fingers. “We can’t leave you like this for your evening with Mommy can we darling.
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