Mature I Prefer Mature Ladies

I was very shy when I started high school. I was shorter than most of my peers and full of pimples. It might have helped me socially if I was among the top rated students or an athlete, but it was neither. Dad, Larry, was mostly at work and returned late, thus we hardly talked. In retrospect, I do not recall a single time we had a heart-to-heart talk.

Mom, Luna, was the only one I could rely on. She was gentle, soft, quiet, and ALWAYS ready to help. It could be with homework, driving me around, or listening to my complaints about school stuff. To say I loved her was an underestimation.

In my sophomore year, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. I was fed up with other students mocking my stature and wimpiness, and began going to a nearby health club 3 times a week. I used the treadmill, lifted weight, and swam. Toward the end of that year, my growth spurt started. The changes happened faster than I expected: within less than a year, I was 6'1", 188 pounds, and the pimples were gone as if never existed.

As a senior in high school, I was good enough to be included in our school's swim team, and 6 months later, I was one of the top breaststroke swimmers in the state. Almost overnight, other students tried to seek my company and invited me to social events.

Girls were now eyeing me, something I never experienced before. The same girls who in the past ignored me, all of a sudden said hello with a smile, and frequently approached me with questions about studies, swimming, and even my opinions about friendship.

I was still socially inept, but I could tell these girls found me attractive. They likely hoped I'd ask to date them. Only Barbara, one of the girls on the cheerleaders squad, dared to ask me for a date. I went out with her 3 times. Once for a coffee at Starbucks, the other time for a stroll in a nearby park, and the 3rd time to a movie. In the darkness, she turned to me and asked me to kiss her. I did. It was a lame kiss with no tongues involved. She seemed disappointed, "That wasn't a real kiss. I am sure you can do better than that." Then the movie began, and I said, "Maybe later. Let's watch the movie." When the movie finished, I drove her home and said, "Barb, you are a nice girl, but I'll be very busy in the near future, so let's take a break." I saw tears in her eyes, and when I parked by her house, she rushed home without saying a word. This was the end of it.

I couldn't tell anybody I was in love with my mother. How could I? Call it Oedipus Complex or any other name you wish, but that was the way I felt. She was there for me whenever I needed her, and I began noticing her appearance as well.

Mom was a homemaker and did not work outside the house. Before her marriage, she worked as a secretary in a lawyer's office, but after I was born, my Dad persuaded her to stay at home and care for me. Other than evenings and some weekends, Dad was largely out of her life. As I said before, her life revolved mostly around me. There were 2 exceptions: She kept her shape by going to the gym and doing yoga multiple times a week, and Agnes.

Agnes divorced her husband when I was young. She was my Mom's best, and as far as I could tell, the only friend. They were opposites almost in everything: Mom had black hair, and Agnes's was blonde; mother was quiet and soft, while Agnes was vivacious, gossipy, and brash. They couldn't be more different, yet they were inseparable and met each other almost every day.

On my 18th birthday, I invited 6 buddies to my house. We sat in the basement, watched sports, played video games, and had fun. Both Mom and Agnes prepared everything we needed: They baked a large cake, bought beers, ordered pizzas, and even alternated showing their faces and bringing more food and drinks.

After the first hour, most of us had at least 2 beers and our chat turned louder and racier. I remember Bob commenting about his girlfriend's huge tits. Leroy chuckled and said that while big breasts were a good thing, his girl's suction abilities were more important to him. Max, not to be outdone, announced that to him, the critical thing was the number of times his current girl could erect him, bragging she once did it 6 times in a single session.

During their 'discussion,' I was quiet and just listened. Suddenly, Freddy turned to me and said, "Jerry, these days you are not going out with anybody. Is it because you have 2 gorgeous mature ladies around?" Everybody giggled, and Ben said, "Freddy is right. The 2 women look amazing. Unlike the other jerks in this room, I am into older females. However, those 2 upstairs are among the most attractive I've ever seen. And I mean they are both pretty and have sexy figures..." I was too embarrassed to verbally react and just laughed with the others. Eventually, the subject of our talk changed.

Later, when I was already in bed, I recalled what Freddy and Ben said. Yes, despite being 47 years old, Agnes had a cute face and a nice body, but my love for Mom was the killer. It wasn't just the way I felt about her, but not being able to talk about it with anybody was sitting on my chest like an elephant.

By 18 I already knew I wished to join the army. Dad argued with me it was a bad idea and that I should go to college. Mom quietly agreed with Dad, but mumbled she'd support any decision I made.

I thought about the army as an option since starting high school. I became fascinated with general George Patton, and admiral Nimitz, and read about John Kennedy's heroism on the pt-109. But it wasn't the only reason. Being so close to Mom and not able to be more than a son to her, hurt. A LOT! Serving in the army far away might distract me from focusing on my mother...

I joined the army a month after finishing high school. Dad, who hardly ever hugged me before, did it and whispered in my ear, "Son, please, don't be a hero. Help your comrades and your country, but too many of those who attempt to become heroes end up scarred for life or dead. It's not for me that I tell you that; it's for Mom, who loves you even more than me." I glanced at him and smiled, "I don't believe she loves anybody more than you, but I'll try to keep myself safe."

Mom cried loudly when I was about to leave, "Honey, I'll miss you dearly. Eighteen years I dedicated to you, and now you desert me..."

"Mom, part of growing up is leaving the nest. What's the big difference if I go to the army or move to a college in Arizona? I'll be away for several years and write or call you as often as I can, I promise!"

My promise was genuine, but being in the army meant somebody else dictated my schedule. After 10 weeks of boot camp (BCT), we were sent abroad. Part of my 4 years, I spent in Afghanistan, and later in the Middle East, mostly in Iraq. I was doing quite well and was about to be promoted to the rank of captain when my ranking officer asked to talk to me confidentially.

As I closed the door behind me, he gazed at me and blurted, "Jerry, for years now, I considered you a friend more than an underling. Your promotion to captain was approved yesterday. That was the good news. Unfortunately, this morning, I got bad news too: Your father suffered a fatal stroke and died before reaching the hospital. You didn't get the message yourself because of our unique situation as a classified unit in a secretive place. For the next 3 days our unit has urgent assignments that cannot be postponed, but after that time, if you wish to go home for a while, I'll approve it."

I was in shock. Dad was only 49 years old! I had never asked if he had risk factors for CVA and never saw him taking medications for hypertension, diabetes, or high cholesterol...

More importantly, what about Mom? Since I left the house, I called or wrote rather sparingly due to our frequent missions. My love for her hasn't diminished, but the busy life far away made it easier to tolerate it, and by the 4th year, I was thinking about her mostly before going to sleep. So now her only companion was Agnes.

During the following 3 days, I stayed and fulfilled my tasks, and then I talked to my chief again, "Boss, for years you were my commander, mentor, and surrogate father. I'll remember and cherish that for the rest of my life. However, I decided to quit the army and return home to my mother. I am a single child, and with my father gone, I am the only one left for her. With the skills I acquired here, I think I'll find a decent job in the civilized world."

He almost cried, "You were really like a son to me. You made my life so much easier, and I trusted you more than anybody around here. I'd rather lose an arm than lose you, but I understand and won't stand in your way. Hopefully, we'll stay in touch."

Shortly after, I was on a plane to America.

I arrived home hungry, dirty, and tired. Mom saw me by the door and started crying. She hugged me, weeping, "Dad left us. You look so tan and thin... I bought Omaha steaks. They will be ready in 10 minutes."

I kissed her forehead, "Mom, I missed you so much. Let me go shower and then sit in the tub for half an hour. After that, we'll talk about food."

"Honey, Agnes sits in the living room. Before you shower, go say hello to her too."

I entered as Agnes stood up. Her eyes inspected me up and down. She had a strange look in her eyes. She mumbled, "Hey, stud, where is Jerry?"

I ogled her, noticing her terrific figure. According to my estimation, her age was almost 50, yet with her short dress, protruding tits, narrow waist, and shapely legs, I'd say 30 years old would be more fitting. Her cute face and blonde hair didn't change much in the last 4 years. I hugged her, forgetting I stunk badly, and whispered in her ear, "Lady, you are gorgeous!"

Agnes blushed profusely and murmured, "You remained a gentleman like before, and your smell is very... manly." I chuckled.

I grabbed clean underwear and the only set of clean, non-uniform clothes I had in my bag and went to the bathroom. I scrubbed myself with a loofa, feeling great under the hot water. Then I lay in the filled tub and... fell asleep.

I woke up hearing Mom calling me, "Jerry, did you drown there?"

"Mom, sorry. I slept. I'll be out in 10." I dried up, shaved, dressed, and exited the foggy bathroom.

The ladies stared at me with broad smiles. I asked, "What is it?"

Mom said, "You've changed so much since leaving the house. Agnes and I agree you left as a boy and returned as a very handsome young adult. You are tan, broad-shouldered, and rugged looking. The army matured you."

Their focus on my appearance and the compliments were embarrassing, but this subject was much better than talking about Dad's passing away. I chortled, "It's so nice to have 2 beauties reminding me that I am no longer a soldier, but a target practice for their gossip."

Mom served dinner for the 3 of us. She put on my plate 2 steak-fillets with a lot of roast potatoes, green beans, and pickled beets, while she and Agnes had barely half of what I got.

"Mom, are you sure? It smells wonderful, but you girls will end up hungry..."

Agnes giggled, "Jerry darling, do we really look undernourished?"

"Not really. Both of you are pictures of Playboy centerfolds." Then I rushed to add, "Dressed, of course..." They laughed.

The meal was homey and by far the best I've eaten in years. We chatted, but I was too exhausted to pay attention, and immediately after finishing, I apologized and went to sleep.

The whole week, I spent as much time as I could cheering Mom. She refused to leave the house, and I did not insist. We talked, played cards, and watched TV. In the mornings, we were by ourselves, and in the afternoons, Agnes joined us.

As usual, my mother was the quietest one. Agnes, on the other hand, was more talkative than I remembered. In the beginning I thought it was to compensate for Mom's reluctance to speak, but in the next few days, her talk seemed to attempt to provoke me. It wasn't in a bad way, but it was definitely to challenge me. Her intentions weren't clear.

After the first week of mourning together, I said to Mom, "You mourned before I arrived, and we continued for another week. Enough. Dad wouldn't like us to grieve forever. He'd insist we continue living. We are going out!"

She mumbled, "Jerry, I know your intentions are good, but I am not in the mood."

"Mom, I don't care. Hate me if you wish, but we are going out. You can choose whether to a restaurant, movie, or something else, but you are not staying at home!"

She had a grim smile, "My son, the officer. OK, we'll go to an Italian restaurant. Let's have Agnes too; like you, she was working on me to get out for quite sometime."

As we were ready to drive to the restaurant, Mom wore a long sleeved blouse and a simple skirt. Agnes, though, had on a short black dress that accentuated her busty figure and a pair of high heeled shoes. She obviously tried to attract attention...

Agnes saw me ogling her figure and grinned, "Big boy, it's time to start ogling spring chickens. You are a catch, and it will be easy for you to find the right one."

I chuckled, "Lady, my heart responds to mature ladies. Young girls do not interest me at all." Agnes and Mom looked at each other but stayed mum.

The food was tasty. Italian food, especially the meats and pasta, were among my favorites. The women finished with tiramisu and ice cream, respectively.

Over the next few days, Mom resumed her exercises, and twice a week, we strolled in our neighborhood.

On Friday, after shopping, I returned home, and Mom said, "Agnes just called. Her showerhead has a problem. She can call a plumber, but it will be time consuming and expensive. She asked if you could take a look. If you would not be able to fix it, she WILL use a plumber."

"Sure. I'll call her."

I dialed Agnes's number, and she tried to explain what it was. I interrupted her, "The only question is if it can wait until tomorrow, otherwise I'll come now."

"It's not an emergency. I took a shower earlier. So tomorrow will be fine."

"I'll be there at 10 am, and since it's a BIG favor, I expect a coffee. Take it or... take it!"

She laughed, "You drive a hard bargain, but I accept."

I was at Agnes's house on time. She opened the door wearing a white robe tied at her waist, and her eyes explored my tee shirt and shorts. Agnes smiled, "Would you like your coffee before or after checking the shower?"

"Better after."

It took me 3 minutes to see that the switch, which directed the water flow to either the shower head or the lower faucet, was stuck. After 20 minutes of manual labor, it was released, oiled, and working perfectly again.

I washed my hands and came to the kitchen. She operated the Keurig and smiled at me. I furrowed, "Lady, it took more time than I thought, so in addition to coffee, I'll need something else. Do you have a cake or cookies?"

"Sit on the sofa in the living room, and once it's ready, I'll bring the stuff there."

I sat down and watched the nice pictures she had on the walls. On the back wall, 3 large paintings of European scenery were displayed. On the opposite wall, there were multiple 11"X8" photos from her trips around the world.

As my eyes focused on a photo of Agnes against a background of a Peruvian sunset, she came toward me with a tray in her hands.

She bent down, "Shall I add milk? Sugar?"

I answered, "A single sweetener and a touch of milk," but my eyes were glued to her exposed tits, which hung freely as her robe separated from her chest.

As her hands worked on my request, her body remained in the same position. I continued staring at her stunning breasts, and my dick, which hadn't seen action in years, woke up and began filling the front of my short pants at an alarming pace.

Agnes finished her 'preparation,' handed me my plate, and sat by me with hers. She took one sip from her coffee and tried to talk. Suddenly, she started coughing and bent forward. She placed her cake and coffee on the table and waited for her cough to go away. My eyes got another opportunity to glimpse at her tits, and I took it. For a second, I thought her eyes caught me peeking, but she said nothing. When I was done, Agnes's upper body leaned again to take away the tray with the used utensils. Her eyes were directed straight at the tent in my shorts.

I was ready to stand up and leave the house, but she signaled me to stay sitting. She placed everything in the sink and sat by me.

She gazed into my eyes with a smile, "Honey, remember I asked you why you didn't date a young girl?"

"I do. I told you that girls my age were less interesting. From my VERY LIMITED experience, most were shallow, and attached to their phone and social media for nonstop gossip."

"Will you be frank with me if I ask you a personal question?"

"I have nothing to hide. Shoot!"

"You seem to be curious about my tits, and watching the big bulge in your pants, I'd say it's MORE than simple curiosity. Am I right?"

I stuttered, "Sorrry, I am only huuman. When I get to see an exposed set of gorgeous tiits, I cannot loook away..."

"Did you find my tits... interesting?"

"Veery much."

"You helped me with MY plumbing. Would you like me to repay you by giving you a full view of my girls and, at the same time, help you with YOUR... plumbing issue?"

I gazed at her face. She grinned, but there was no sign of a smirk.

"I would love it and be grateful..."

Agnes stood up before me and, tantalizingly slowly released the knot of her belt. Now, she had on only low-cut panties. Her massive boobs were front and center before my eyes. I expected more sag for such big tits, especially remembering her age, but they defied gravity, and the nipples pointed forward, daring me to say a bad word about them.

I gasped, and my arm cupped her left one. She grinned, "You like?"

I licked my lips, "I don't LIKE them. I LOVE them!"

"Jerry, unless you wish your pants to rip apart, better remove them. I will not bite, although I will use my mouth."

Within seconds, my shorts and briefs were on the carpet. Her eyes inspected my sky-directed rocket, and mumbled, "Just like I imagined it would be: Long, thick, and steely-hard. Spread your knees, and let me check your tool up-close."

Agnes knelt between my legs. She tenderly fondled my ball sack and moved up to my shaft, finishing with gentle touches of the mushroomed head.

She whispered, "The skin is velvety soft. And your sack is nice and hairy. I won't torture you with prolonged foreplay and just suck you off. Long ago, when I used to fellate a guy, giving head aroused me as well..."

I chuckled, "Agnes, later, we can take care of this 'problem' together."

She giggled, "That is exactly the sentence I wished to hear. Now, women claim once you learn how to blow a guy, it's like riding a bike; you never forget how to do it."

Her lips wrapped around the helmet and gradually advanced to envelope my cock. I looked at her, mesmerized by how, like in a magic show, my member slowly disappeared into her oral cavity. She gagged mildly when there was 1" left outside, but then managed to get it all. She winked at me and began bobbing, accelerating her pace every couple of minutes. My palms massaged her tits, feeling her nipples harden. She moaned on my cock, vibrating it, making me even hornier. Her expert sucking was clearly the way to heaven, and I didn't need Google-map to tell me I was close.

A moment later, my right arm moved behind her head as my member erupted in her mouth with a torrent of hot lava. I watched her throat muscles work as she swallowed everything I gave her. It was a perfect BJ! It wasn't just that she sucked me, but the way she did it, the gradual increase in rhythm and the thorough milking of every drop were simply amazing.

She finished, licked my junk, and said, "Delicious stuff. It was highly concentrated. You have to empty your seed more often."

I joked, "Are you volunteering?"

Her facial expression was serious, "I am. As I said, right now, after having a tasty appetizer, I am ready for the main course. How much time will it take you to get hard again?"

"Let me go to the bathroom, and when I am back, I think I'll be ready."

"Good. Join me in my bedroom when you are done."

I peed, washed my hands, and stared at myself in the mirror, 'Buddy, you are the luckiest man in the world. A pretty mature woman, your mother's BFF no less, just sucked you and is waiting for you to fuck her. What could be better?'

I suppressed the little voice that whispered, 'Having Mom.' It wasn't a time for fantasies that would never materialize...

The mere thought of naked Agnes waiting for me in her bed raised my blood pressure and stiffened my rod. A short hand job, and I was ready to conquer the world, or at least Agnes's body.

I entered her bedroom wearing my birthday suit. The curtain covered the window, and the light was turned off. A blanket covered her body, and only her face peeked.

"Agnes, what happened to the breathtaking lady who exposed herself almost completely before?"

"I haven't had sex in millennia and got cold feet..."

"I can warm your feet, but I'd like to ogle the rest of you."

"Please, Jerry, let me feel comfortable the first time. After that, if you wish to continue, we'll do it your way."

"Any other rules I should abide by? May I eat you?"

"PLEASE, I am so horny, that once your tongue touches me down there, I'll explode..."

I smirked, "May I use my hands to feel your body, or this is another no-no?"

She grinned, "You can..."

I removed the blanket off her body, pulled her to lay on her back with her butt on the bed's edge and her legs on the floor, parted her thighs, and standing up, I gingerly invaded her pussy. It was tighter than I thought. In retrospect, I should have guessed it; Agnes never had children, and her cunt wasn't used in ages... But her juices made up for it, and the penetration went smoothly. Her narrow pussy gradually adjusted to my girth, and a moment later, my scrotum hit her butt cheeks.

I smiled, "Would you like me to drive a Prius or a Ferrari?"

Short of breath, she murmured, "Take it easy in the beginning, but later, a Lamborghini may be preferable..."

I began plowing her snatch at a snail's pace, using my fingers to trail her body. Soon I increased my speed, and my palms tweaked her ample breasts. Agnes grimaced and groaned. Within a few seconds, she whispered, "Faster, please."

I pounded her cunt rapidly, intensifying the power too. She started whimpering.

Next, I hissed, "Lady, it's time for our sports car. Be ready!"

I lifted her legs on my shoulders and pounded her faster while tweaking her nipples. Her fingernails pinched my ass cheeks, as she pulled me deeper into her body. Then she tensed and seconds later began shuddering uncontrollably. Her mouth worked overtime, alternating between crying and blurting barely intelligible words, "Oooh my Loord! it's teerrific. I caaan't... HAAARRDER!..."

I shifted to the highest gear, happy I came once before: Now I could control better when to cum. I continued drilling mercilessly into her, hitting her cervix with each thrust. Her cries became extremely loud. I bent my head, and French kissed her plump lips. My mouth disengaged after only 10 seconds, realizing she needed to breathe. As our lips separated, her rapid breathing and cries resumed.

As I watched her going through a massive orgasm, my arousal was building up. I could have done much more, including change positions, but Agnes wished to enjoy a simple act for our first experience, and I was committed to oblige. Feeling my own climax was pending, I stuck my large thumb in her mouth and growled, "Suck it!". Her lips closed on it, and she began sucking it. Just before peaking, I placed my other thumb on her clitoris, and jiggled it. She jolted up, and her cries turned to wild screams. A couple of seconds later, I erupted deep in her pussy.

When I was done, I gently put her feet on the floor and lay by her side. By now, my eyes were already used to the dim light, and her sexy, sweaty body glistened before my eyes. I ogled her heaving chest and caressed her amazing tits. Then I leaned and sucked on one.

Agnes's eyes remained closed, but she grinned, and her fingers went through my short hair, "Jerry, at home you were so nice and even timid, yet here you pounced on me like a wild animal, like a beast..."

" Agnes dear, did I misunderstand your instructions?"

She giggled, "Not at all. I remember one time, years ago, I had a dream of going on a safari, and a gorilla attacked me. I thought he would rip me apart, but he tried to Ra*e me. It was only a dream, but I woke up horny like never before and masturbated like crazy. Today, you were that gorilla, and my orgasm reached a height I'd never been to before."

"So from now on I can take charge?"

She opened her eyes, smiled, kissed me tenderly, and said, "Who am I to argue with an officer of the army?..."

The same afternoon, Agnes arrived at our house as usual. She wore a short skirt and a sheer blouse with a visible soft bra underneath. Mom chortled, "Agnes, you look very sexy today. Are you coming after a date with a new boyfriend?"

Agnes smiled, "I wish. I am almost 50. Who might be interested in an old broad?"

Mom said, "I think you look much younger, and I've read somewhere that there are many guys of all ages who find mature women attractive. Jerry, what do you think?"

"Mom, you are right. I feel the same. In my opinion, not-too-young-girls have a lot to offer: Experience, less emotional bursts, and knowing what they want."

My mother glanced at me admiringly, "Honey, you sound like a smart philosopher."

I laughed, "During our lonely nights in the army, I had time to think about multiple subjects, and this was one of them. By the way, since YOU know that certain men are attracted to mature ladies, isn't it time you go online to find a suitable mate?"

"Not me. Among stories I've read lately, there were descriptions of women who met men on dating services, and later were taken advantage of in more ways than one. I have no intention to be one of them. If god wishes me to be with a guy, the person should be somebody I know I can trust. But enough about me. Guys, it's nice outside. Anybody for a stroll before dinner?"

Agnes gave me a semi-smile and mumbled, "Luna, I like to hear YOU suggest going out. I am all for it."

We strolled in the park as the sun began setting. Agnes and I 'accidentally' touched hands a couple of times. It felt good, though I wished I could do it with Mom...

Moving on, I visited Agnes at least 3 times a week. She was happy to accommodate all my sexual whims: Doggy-style, titfucking, anal, and of course, oral. We did it on the rug, on the kitchen table, and standing up while holding her hands above her head. Agnes was the ideal fuck-toy; she loved everything about sex and was happy to lend me her body at every opportunity.

When we started our escapades, we felt uncomfortable near Mom, but as time progressed, we got used to the situation, and our lies became almost automatic. Yes, I felt guilty, but it had nothing to do with the lies themselves; it was because I felt the urge to have Mom.

One day, after a pleasurable sexual session, Agnes looked me in the eye, "Jerry, we have been intimate with each other for a long time now. I know you like having sex with me, but lately I noticed that you closed your eyes as you were about to climax. Please, be candid with me. Who do you think of when you pound MY body?"

I stuttered, "Why doo you think it's not yoou?"

She caressed my face, kissed me, and said, "I am not angry at you. Since our first time, I knew everything we had would end one day. I just wish to know who's the happy candidate."

"May I plead the fifth?"

"No, you can't. It won't affect the way I feel about you or our escapades, but I need to know. Is it the pretty Chinese girl I saw you talking to the other day?"

I laughed, "You are not even close. I'll tell you on one condition: You are not to mention it to anybody. And I mean ANYBODY! Is it a deal?"

"Of course. I am no snitch."

"It's... my mother..."

"Go away, you are joking..."

"No, I am not. I was in love with Mom for a long time. One of the reasons I joined the army was to distract my mind from thinking about her. I quit the army only because Dad died, and I felt the need to be with her."

"Jerry, I had no clue..."

"There was no reason for you to know. I always liked you, and sex with you is phenomenal."

"Honey, let me think about it."

"Agnes, you promised to keep it between us, remember?"

"I do. I was thinking if there was a way to do the unthinkable: connect you two."

"A wrong move may jeopardize my relationship with Mom as well as our sexcapades. Please, talk to me BEFORE carrying on an unproven plan. I love Mom too much to cause her an emotional crisis."

"Jerry, I too love your mother, and the last thing I want is to cause her anguish. On the other hand, I fell for you, and if there is a way to accomplish a mission that on the surface looks impossible, to connect the 2 of you, I'll do it even if the result is that my intimate relationship with you will suffer. If I come up with an idea, I'll discuss it with you first. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Agnes, you are a beautiful lady. After Mom, you are the best thing that ever happened to me."

She chuckled, "If I am that important to you, will you fuck me one more time before you leave? Our chat woke my pussy, and it's itching to be filled again with your monster cock."​