I had met Deborah a few hours earlier at the mall. After a lengthy conversation filled with sexual overtones, the younger and very beautiful brunette invited me over for a few cocktails.
I watched her strut her hot body, admiring the soft flowing movement of her small tight ass, wondering if she'd be willing to spend the afternoon eating my hot horny pussy.
A few minutes later, after she sat down next to me, Deborah gave the first sign she'd be very receptive to a lesbian affair.
Autorentext
Jack Vitale is a writer of erotic fiction. His work is hot and graphic and told as all good smut should be told. These tales are by no means True. They are fictional fantasies from a mind so lurid, no one is off bounds. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. By no means do we intend any disrespect for the ladies engaged in lurid sex and speaking obscenely. Hopefully, those women will enjoy the naughty story we've written especially for them.
In reality, Jack Vitale is a pseudonym for the seventy year old author who prefers to keep his real name to himself given the erotic nature of the material he writes to help supplement his social security income. His daughter's and grandchildren might not approve of the old man writing about the fucking exploits of people his own age, as well as anyone else his old, but lurid mind can conjure up.