Comments are welcomed. Please do not copy or distribute this story. This is chapter 2 of a story involving sex between a middle aged and a 21 year old woman. This is a subject near and dear to me. If anyone has any lesbian stories involving age differences, I would appreciate reading them. * * * * * By now I was hornier than hell and secretly lusted...
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