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When I was 19 and in college, I met a man who was 49 years old and was VERY handsome. He owned an art supply business that I used to frequent and we'd talk from time to time whenever I needed to shop for supplies. I guess it got to the point where I must have kind of flirted with him and he "finally" asked me to have dinner with him. We went to a very exclusive restaurant in Brentwood and I remember I wore tall heels and a dressy black jumpsuit that had a DEEP plunging neckline. I knew he knew he was going to get lucky the minute he looked at me at the door. Anyway, we ended up back at his place and the night turned into a four five act play by dawn. I dated him for over a year, and it was always some of the most fulfilling sex I've ever had. Older men can guide a girl into a lot of sexual situations and experiences (due to their own accumulated experience) that would otherwise take much longer for a younger woman to consent to and appreciate. After that relationship I've never ruled older men out, and as a matter of fact, I prefer making love to older men (they know how to take charge more than their younger counterparts). The oldest guy I've ever had sex with was 62 when I was 30. And THAT was terrific as well. Mind you, he was not your run of the mill 62 year old man. He looked and acted more like he was in his early to mid 40's. I quit that relationship because he got too stuck on jacking off while he asked me to stand in front of him and put on my own masturbation show. At first it was a REAL turn-on, but it got to the point where no matter what we did as foreplay, he always ended up "watching" as he would cum all over either me or himself. Even when I would ask him to just fuk me, he'd pull out and want me to finish myself while he squirted his cum all over me. It just got tiring I guess.
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