Page 327 of Arousing Family

"What about as Derrick?"

"Sorry, I don't roll that way," he laughed.

"But you sucked cock for me."

"No, for Mistress, though you're hot enough I would probably do it for you, too."

"Really?"

"Probably not," he admitted. "Maybe. I don't know."

She wiggled against him. "This okay?"

"It's hot as hell, but I'm okay."

"Can you kiss me? I mean, as Derrick. Can you just kiss me?"

Leaning forward, he did. He wasn't sure what she expected, so he kissed her as he would any lover. As their kiss lingered, he slipping his tongue inside her mouth and enjoyed the moment. "Like that?"

"Yeah, that was nice."

He had felt her pussy contract during their kiss. Without being asked, he kissed her again. As before, she squirmed and her pussy contracted.

"I had a girlfriend once who told me every woman should have at least one fling with an older man."

"Is it weird?"

"No, it's good. She was right. Older guys are better."

"Older guys are suckers for a pretty face."

"Just face?" she asked and they both laughed.

"Well, face and other things," he said, caressing her long, fat nipples. When she leaned backwards, arching her back, he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her nipples.

"Don't stop," she said, raising up to kiss him before leaning back to offer him her chest again. Derrick didn't. He sucked at her tits as he would if she were his girlfriend. He caressed her tiny ass, groping the firm flesh of her butt. When she squirmed, he moved his hands to her hips. Guiding her up and down, they kissed and fucked. Unlike the young men she had fucked earlier that night, Derrick took his time. He gave to her with passion, taking her as he would have done with one of the fitness bunnies at the health club if given the chance. He wasn't surprised when she came nor did he stop. He brought her off a second time, finding his peak of pleasure with her.

"Damn, Derrick" she said, hugging him. "You're good."

"So are you," he said, holding her until their breathing returned to normal.

"Is it okay if I take a shower?"

"Sure," he said, letting go of her.

"You could wash my back if you want."

Washed and dried, she held his hand as she led the way back to the living room. "We're still just Derrick and Terri, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good, then it's okay if I do this, right?" She pushed him to the couch and climbed back on his legs. She caressed his cock and balls until he was hard again. Smiling, she mounted him again. "I'm not drunk," she said, kissing him.

"You were earlier."

"I was tipsy," she allowed. "But not drunk."

"Interesting."

"Do you believe me when I say I'm not drunk now?"

Derrick nodded. If she was, enough time had passed for her to sober up. After they kisses again, she pulled away.