I WAS THIRTY-YEARS OLDER THAN MY YOUNG GUY
“How old is he?” (Brodie is eighteen, younger than my son and daughter.) “Do you suck his cock? (Of course, he is huge.) “Do you fuck him?” (Of course, two or three times a session.) I had to ask Mary more questions about the exciting age gap. “I’m thirty-years older than Brodie. It was so exciting when I first met him at a social function. When he told me he had a thing about older women, our eyes locked. He had struck a chord, with his hand on my ass, feeling it, trying to ascertain what style of knickers I was wearing. “He was an instant challenge for me, an exciting challenge. I had never had a man his age. And a man his age had never had a feel of my ass. “When I …