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My oldest daughter married a very nice young man named Roger. He's 37, handsome and sort of a shy fellow. They have two children so I guess he isn't too shy. I've had a few 'situations' with him over the last four years. The first was during the summer seeing him in a pair of shorts. He sat across from me and I'm very sure I caught a peek of his nut sack. Another memorable time was when I was wearing a low cut dinner dress and I made a comment about 'eye contact'. Oh he turned a few shades of red.

Well about a month ago I had a problem with my garbage disposal. Roger came over to fix it. For the most part nothing eventful happened until after he installed a new one. I was at the sink sorta testing the disposal and he came up behind me (actually rather innocently) and pressed his body against my back to reach past me for the switch above the counter.

At that instant a smooth wave just took me over. Keep in mind I haven't been with a man for nearly nine years.

I quickly spun around, which put us nose to nose, and both of us just froze and stared into each others eyes. In a bold move he kissed my lips. My response was to reach down for a handful of crotch. And yes it was a hearty handful. As we exchanged tongues I unbuckled his jeans, reached my hand into his briefs, got on my knees and stroked that rigid chunk of meat. His knees quivered as I rubbed my fingers across the underside of his fat tight sack. My pussy was fluttering like crazy. I hand pumped him with a 'rotating wrist' technique. He mumbled something and his thighs tensed and he raised up on his tippy toes like a ballerina. Next thing I knew a flash buzzed by my cheek followed by a high pitched squeal and a good splattering of hot thick cream on my nose, mouth and chin. I looked up and the expression on his face was golden as the last globs dribbled down on the front of my blouse.

I stood up and before he caught his breath and he pushed me face down over the adjacent counter, lifted my skirt, and roughly pulled my panties down and stuffed two fingers up me from behind, and fingered me leading to a quick but explosive orgasm.

The memories of that afternoon have given me sweet sweet masturbation fantasy material.



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