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I wasn’t in to Dirk’s plan. So that night, I ignored him. I got trashed at a bar further downtown in Miami and hit on several groups of girls. None of them were interested. I vaguely remember some big dude stepping between me and some other chick and yelling in my face. I swung at him. He socked me in the face. I remember me throwing a chair. We were restrained by bouncers and I was thrown to the pavement. I woke up in our hotel room the next mature sexy ladies morning with a white hospital bracelet on my wrist and a bandage on my cheek. I didn’t recall anything. Dirk was, once again, not there. I checked my phone and saw a ton of texts from Anjali. I only knew it was her because the first message said; "Hey this is Anjali." I drank coffee and rehearsed a plan. I would go to her room and mature women free porn we’d have a quick pity fuck. I wasn’t sure how functional my cock would be after the previous night, but I’d manage. I would make sure that she sucked my cock for at least five minutes. I don’t leave these situations without lips having been around my cock. I’d tell her I didn’t think she was my type, get dressed and go. I made sure to remove the bandage before I left, because despite her insecurity, I didn’t think Anjali would want to fuck a mummy. I arrived at her room and rang the bell. Nothing happened. I rang it again. I thought she probably wasn’t there. But she opened the door and stood with her arms crossed, once again wearing a t-shirt and her underwear. In the background, buck-naked old ladies: Dirk. I couldn’t fucking believe it. "Hi Dennis," she said, matter of a fact. "Hey…" I said. "What!?" There was a pause. "What," she said, "is you’re a neglectful shit-brain. You promise me we’ll hang out again, and you don’t answer my texts. ‘It’s okay, Anjali, you’re such a special person. Your Mom just doesn’t realize it.’" She pointed a finger at me. "Bullshit. You just wanted to have sex with me. You’re a shithead male stereotype, do you know that? Well, guess what? Two can play at the game you’re playing. How old are you, anyway?" "Nineteen. What does that matter, you—" She looked kind of surprised. "Nineteen," she said. "Well I don’t know how many mature Older Women you play these games with, but I hope you get AIDS before your twenty-fifth birthday." "Thanks for granting me that six-year window," I said as the door shut on me. I walked away. The door opened behind me and I heard Dirk call, "We’re still on buddy." At first, when Anjali had used the word game, I’d thought that Dirk had let her in on the moan game. But I realized she was more likely referring older woman nude to me being a manipulative douche. But I now saw what Dirk meant when he’d said, "No. Those same chicks." I bought a coke from the machine downstairs. I took a long swig and thought of how two would, indeed, play at that game.
It took a lot of searching but I found Adrienne sitting on the beach, alone, talking on her cell phone. Freedom, by Jonathan Franzen lay beside her on a towel. I pretended not to notice her. I removed my shirt and went in the water. It was the second time I’d been in the water, and the first time I’d been in the water sober, and it was really, really cold. I dealt with it. Finally, Adrienne finished her call and just blankly stared at me. I glanced at her out of my peripherals. After a minute of that, she called out, "Hey. You."
It took longer to seduce Adrienne. Not to say she didn’t want it, just that she deliberately played harder to get. I didn’t give her any lines about Dave Matthews, because I knew she was smarter than that. By the time we sat on the patio at the bar, I’d realized I would just have to start insulting her for her to really want me. I made her recite one of her poems to me and told her it was garbage. When her hair fell in front of her face—she had long blonde hair—she would constantly sweep it back, briskly, as if it were a fly. I told her that she looked much sexier as Cousin It. She thought that was hilarious. We started making out on that patio. I massaged her bare legs, covered only at the top by cheap-looking green shorts and didn’t even try to resist fingering her in public. She let me slip two fingers under her shorts and panties and I located the folds of her vagina. She let me rub around the big busty milf pictures surface of her clit for a minute, before pulling my hand away and saying, "Okay, not here." She looked at me with her head tilted down, wondering if she should, in fact, take this guy upstairs. "Do you ever do blow?" she asked. "Huh?" "Cocaine…" she said in a lower voice. I shrugged. "There’s a time and a place for everything."
Up in her room, she cut the lines on a makeup mirror. She snorted one, I snorted one. She did another, I did another. I had never done coke before, but I felt this jolt in my brain that said older naked woman mature women suddenly, everything I wanted to happen would happen. I already believe anything is possible; the obscene amount of sex I get at my age is a testament to that belief. But this tipped the scales; anything was now going to happen. No questions. Also, I felt like I’d drank five red bulls at once. That too. She did one more line, I begged off. She sat back in her chair, her head tilted, looking at the ceiling and rubbing her nose. She wheeled her head down so it was level and stared at me for some moments, studying my face. "Just so you know," she said, "I’m just having fun. This is a one-time thing. Okay?" I didn’t bother to nod. I took her by the shoulders, hoisted her up and kissed her while backing her against the wall. I pulled off her blouse, yanked her shorts down and slid my hand in her panties and inside her clit. I went in deep and found a fold of wetness and worked on that fold until it expanded and she stroked my cock and tilted her head back against the wall. The way she gasped may have sounded louder because I was high, or she may have been more in to it because she was high. I pulled her panties down as I zoomed to my knees and licked and fingered her milf pussy pictures for several minutes. She was tight and clean-shaven, unlike Anjali. My tongue swiped from thigh to thigh and she threaded several fingers through my hair. I realized, as my tongue grazed her thigh, what I should do. Still crouching, I backed her up to the bed and guided her down on to her back. I went to the mirror with the coke, picked up the dollar bill she was using, scooped up about a line and took it to her, lying there and peering at me. I knelt down and dumped the coke on her stomach just above her pussy and with my fingers formed it in to a line. Some of it stuck to my fingers which were wet from being inside her and I just wiped it on her sheets. "Dennis," she said. "Oh my God. Seriously." I placed both my hands on her cheeks and bent over her so our noses were touching.

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