The camera then went to a woman who had been sitting next to the man. She had short cropped blond hair, and was wearing a white tank top much too small for her big tits.
“‘Do you agree with what he said?'” a voice behind the camera asked.
“‘Oh, absolutely,'” the woman said. “‘I admit, that when I was younger I didn’t enjoy sex very much. It was just something I did to get my boyfriend to shut up. Then, in my mid thirties, this bomb exploded and all I could think about was getting laid. I finally understood what it was like for all of my boyfriends over the years. And the irony was that all the men my age had moved on and were no longer as sexual as they used to be. So that’s how Brian and I met. Are sex drives are on equal footing, and every time we meet there’s this…this sexual collision between us that’s just totally cosmic.'”
“‘Are you just in it for the sex?” the interviewer asked. “Are you, like he said, just looking for cock?'”
“‘At first, yes,'” the woman said. “‘I was, and still am, uninterested in marriage or having babies; but that’s not to say our ‘meetings’ haven’t grown into something more than just sex. Relationship isn’t the right word, because we both go on about our lives and feel no need to call or write; but we do care for one another. Was I looking for that? That caring and all in the beginning? No, but I’m not going to throw it aside either, because it is nice. It’s a nice thing to have.'”
The younger man looked at the older woman and they smiled at one another. He leaned in and kissed her, and they started French kissing passionately. The camera lowered down a little to take in more of the woman’s breasts, which were slowly becoming more and more aroused. The skin around her cleavage had become flushed and pink. The young man pinched one of her nipples and she moaned out loud.
“That woman’s got some nice tits,” Pam said, and pulled Mat’s hand so it was pushing up beneath her tits.
On TV, the couple laughed and looked at the camera. “‘Sorry,'” the younger man said. “‘We get worked up easily.'”
“‘No, please continue. Say or do what you feel. There are no rules here. Is she wet?'” the interviewer asked.
“Please,” Pam said. “I can smell her from over here.” Mat laughed.
“‘Let’s see,'” the young man said. The woman’s cheeks blushed and she closed her eyes. The man leaned in and kissed her neck, slowly spreading her legs apart with his hands as he did. He removed his hands from her thighs for a moment to rub her stomach and love handles, but she kept her legs open, visibly wanting him to continue. Sucking on her ear lobe, he pulled her panties aside and stuck two fingers up her pussy and moved them around in circular motions. She started to breathe heavily and grind her hips against his hand. After a moment, he brought them out and held them up. The camera focused on his fingers as he moved them like scissors, showing the clear, slimy fluid stretch and sparkle in the light.
“Yep, I say she’s ready,” Pam said, laughing. Pam raised her head and moved her hips to reach in between her thighs for a moment before pulling her hand out and relaxing again. Mat wasn’t sure, but he thought she just repositioned her panties. When she put her head back down, though, she laid it forcefully right on top of his balls. Mat grimaced in pain, but chose to not say anything. Pam exhaled, found Mat’s hand again, and placed it this time right on top her tit, pushing it hard against her nipple, which was-
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