She scanned his devouring blue eyes, searching for a look, anything that would prove she was right. There was only lust in his eyes pure animal lust. It made her heart skip a beat.

"You're no kid," he said, taking her wrist and pulling her back into his arms, "but you're not getting old. Your tits… your body… you're perfect."

Jeff opened her skirt button, his cock thumping. The skirt fell to her feet, and he cupped the cheeks of her panty clad ass with the palms of his hands. "I'm glad you're not disappointed." She clung to him, her fear of getting old keeping her from flaunting her exquisite-looking body.

Jeff stepped back to marvel at her tits and placed her hand on his crotch. "If you were old, sagging, and turning to flab, would, my cock be throbbing like this?"

Barbara swooned, her hand clutching his bulging hard-on through his pants. She wanted to believe him. She nodded, dropping to her knees, fumbling with his zipper, keeping his view of her body to a minimum. She possessed a nagging fear that if he had good look at her, his prick would turn soft.

She hauled his long thick prick out of his pants and gasped when she saw it.

Barbara had been a virgin bride at twenty-four and had always been faithful to Carl during her cloven years of marriage… Until now. She felt self-conscious, nervous.

Her head reeled. She held his cock tightly, her insides churning. For a second, she almost stopped herself before going any further, but the image of her husband with that little tramp kept her going.

Jeff leered at her, amazed at her innocence and lack of confidence. She was a fantastic looking woman, built like a brick shit house and twice as gorgeous.

"Lick it, Babs." It was almost like taking a virgin, and he hadn't done that in years, not since high school.