“Oh man, you’re so beautiful, Mrs Broome”, was all I could think of to say, and I was now practically squirming on the couch, and I knew I was licking my lips, but I couldn’t help it. Mature sex Which was just as well, because if I hadn’t been, my mouth was again too dry to function, so I gave her such a pleading, acquiescing nod, she could not have mistaken it for anything other than total consent.
She moved her hand on my thigh, and ran her thumb up my shaft. I loved to pretend I was the Harlem Globetrotters (yes, that ages me, doesn’t it?) in an exhibition game at The Gardens, only they don’t have to play on asphalt, do they?
So when I tripped, stumbled, and fell, at full pace, trying to make a rebound, ball in hands, there was nothing to protect my knees as I went down, scraping the left really badly, the right not quite so.
