Carols Prime Succulent Pussy

Ring my doorbell. Don't leave me lonely. (Profile #528440)

I was 32, still a virgin, and he was 21. A very stocky, 5ft.11in mechanic. He wore a shock of light brown, curly hair, had dimples and was blessed with a pair of dancing grey eyes. I noted the protruding belly, but what lay past that was what really caught my eye. He was packing a full load of priceless stuff. I wondered whether it was asleep or aroused. He had knocked at my door, asking to borrow a few eggs. Needless to say, he left without the eggs but freed me of that resisting piece of flesh that had robbed me of the pleasure I sought for so long. The rest is history...