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Ellie Stanton aged forty-three, had, since her divorce, hungered for the amorous attention of younger men. Being fucked by a young stud fulfilled her lustful needs. Given her petite build, long flowing hair, and delicate girlish features, looking young was a deception she encouraged. Trouble was, younger men were, so frequently, unsure of themselves. Ellie had often hoped that someday she’d find an experienced young man to dominate her.That day came, when her son, Mike, introduced her to Chris Carlton, and her breathing paused. He was gorgeous, standing there in a t-shirt, and thin summer pants. Tall, handsome with dark curling hair, and the build of a quarterback. His blue eyes bathed over her, and her moistened panties confirmed çankaya escort her feverish response.His warm smile hypnotised her, as he asked Mike, “Surely, this has to be a girl-friend. Where’s your mother?”“Told you, Mrs. Stanton, a real charmer,” Vince, Mike’s other friend, said.The young men had lunch and left for the rock concert some twenty miles away. As Chris climbed into his car, Ellie, thought he looked back, before driving after Mike and Vince.Ellie was so roused by the raw promise of Chris. Normally, she’d avoid Mike’s friends, but, for Ellie, something sensual lay behind Chris’s frequent glances. Oh, come on, Ellie, it’s your imagination. That imagination could be used in rus escort the shower, where a vigorous finger job often relieved such frustrations.Naked, with her long hair unpinned, she had turned on the shower when the front doorbell sounded. “Dammit,” Ellie said out loud. Her imagination couldn’t wait. Angrily, she grabbed her silk robe, pulled it over her naked body and hurried downstairs.Trying to control her temper she flung open the door.It was him, Chris, standing there, with that warm smile, and what looked like a heart-stopping bulge in his summer pants.Momentarily stunned, Ellie could only mutter, “Oh, hello.” Yet, shocked, she wasn’t. Overwhelmed, oh yes. Alive, alert, and moistening even eryaman escort more as Chris stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and gestured at her, now gaping, robe.“I had to come back,” he said huskily“You forget something?”He nodded, his eyes fixed on her, as he said, “This!”He instantly stroked through her long hair, before reaching under the neckline of her thin robe and pulling it apart. Momentarily, he viewed her exposed body.His eyes were lasers as they heated her every fibre. Her streaming inner walls pounded to the tune of her beating heart.“Just as I thought, neat little breasts.” As he spoke one hand had moved over her left breast, drawing a strangled squeal from her. Could he know how sensitive she was there? Her blood was coursing wildly through her veins.Ellie saw his other hand had unfastened his belt, and his pants and boxers were being pushed down. Now it was Ellie’s turn to stare in wonder at the huge solid cock that pointed in her direction. Breathing became so difficult.

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