Her name was Anita. She had gorgeous curves and rich cocoa brown tone. Late 40s and a widow. She had me mowing her lawn and I delighted to catch a glimpse of her now and then. She showed no interest in me at all, unfortunately. So when I finished my task that day I knocked on the door to tell her I was leaving. I was all hot and sweaty that day and she insisted she offer up her shower for me to clean up. I took her up on her offer. Suddenly in the middle I felt a creamy hand full of prell shampoo rub along the shaft of my cock and on my balls. “I thought you might need some help” I heard her whisper she stroked me, faster and faster. I felt the cum build inside me and I remember telling her I….couldn’t… hold…. Back. Suddenly an explosion felt SO GOOD immediately followed by waves of humiliation. She laughed and our soapy bodies tangled in an embrace. “Gee I need help too” as she reached for her pussy and handed me the shampoo. Let’s just say I did NOT disappoint.
I need a disciplinarian that believes people should be held accountable for for their behavior no matter their age
