1997: The John There's just something very special and exciting about doing a thing for the first time ever. Especially when that "thing" is a brand new vagina that one's erect penis is on the verge of penetrating. At least, that was the essence of the main thought that was preoccupying Johnathan Ridgeway's mind, while he was rubbing the head of his erect dick along the crack of her moist pussy. John had already screwed more chicks in his 46 years on the face of this earth than he could count on all of his fingers and toes combined. But this woman, who was about to become the next "notch" on John's "gun," was truly different from all the others. He sensed that there was something very special about her. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And John knew this from the very moment that their eyes had first locked together. She had walked into Fred's bar earlier that same evening, and had sat down on the bar stool at the bar, right beside John. There was really nothing spectacular about the way that this 27-year-old lady looked, or dressed. She was wearing a loose-fitting beige sweater, faded blue jeans and some dark-brown cowboy boots, with her jeans tucked neatly inside them. Her shoulder-length, brunette hair was perfectly-parted right down the middle to form thick ponytails that were hanging down on each side of her head. Her twin ponytails were way too long and thick to be called pigtails, even though that's what they technically were. And she had each ponytail tied up with a narrow piece of royal blue ribbon, done up in almost-identical bows hanging over the top of each ear. She had a rather plain-looking unremarkable face, accented with only the minutest touch of makeup, which did help to make her face look a little bit more attractive than it really was. And she had a slender, boyish-looking body that no guy in his right mind would ever describe as being "built like a brick shit-house." But then John wasn't exactly a "Mel Gibson" either. He was already at least 35 pounds overweight, with most of that excess fat being deposited around his stomach and waist, in the classic "tire-tube pattern" that middle-aged wives are all too familiar with. He had thick brown hair, which was about the only thing that he had in common with the japanese lady just described in the previous paragraphs. And John was already going prematurely bald. But he had enough hair covering the rest of his body to more than make up for the noticeable lack-of-hair on the very top of his head. He wore brown horn-rimmed glasses, was a high-end computer analyst by profession, and most of the women who knew him considered him to be a nerdy type of guy. Definitely not the type of guy that a woman would normally get the hots for. But since John had money, and all of the exorbitant trappings to go along with it, he also had been blessed with the good fortune of being able to bed almost all of the women that he had ever actively tried to pick up. There are a lot of gold-diggers in this world, and John knew it. And he also didn't give a damn. Because the only thing he ever really wanted from any of those women that he picked up, was the use of their female genitals for a night or two. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to let them know that fact in advance. Instead, John would always wait until he had first gotten what he had asian wanted, before he would finally "spill the beans," and let the woman know that she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of establishing any kind of on-going relationship with him, or mature with his money. But tonight, John wasn't feeling particularly horny. And so he wasn't trying to Hardcore MILF pick up any women, although there were a few of them sitting at various locations throughout the small tavern. Instead, John was lost in his own thoughts and staring into the mirror behind the bar, when the sweater-and-boot-clad, girlish-looking woman approached him. The moment that she sat down beside him, she enthusiastically announced, "Hi, my name's Lisa Chadwick. What's yours?" Oh God, she sounds just like a Talking Barbie doll, John thought to himself. Momo typed it in, but did not know how to put in spaces. Chapter 3 I whispered into her ear how much I loved her and she responded in like fashion. For several minutes, asian she paced about the room trying to piece everything together. She'll probably apologize whenever you call her name, don't mind it. When she got to the locker room, she decided to take a quick shower to MILF wash the chlorine off her skin. I can tell that you are in love with her too…. She laced her fingers up with Lin’s, purple and crimson skin pressed japanese together as Lin ate the girl out and Enora gave her something to Hardcore chew on. The bra came next. During the next 10 or 15 minutes I saw around 20 cocks shoot their load onto me. I was covered from head to knees. She threatened to call the cops to get her “Who do you have to babysit??” Ashley complained over text. She pushed her tongue inside, corkscrewing wetly into my filth, invading me until her mature lips squished against my rim.