She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider’s web. Sex She pulled them off and flung them aside. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or tails on that coin in her rear pocket. Her gaze was unchanging; her panties soft cotton, soft yellow, and becoming thread-bare. They shouldn’t be defiled that way and guys like me should not think about fucking goddesses. After some thought, she continued, “Oh. She had eased into position on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. I didn’t kiss, but at least I understood. I couldn’t believe it. just … Her smell stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times. Despite my jealousy, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her notion of facesitting. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40’s, it retained sharp features from her youth that evoked reminders of just how pretty she had once been.
