There's a reason that I started with Dusty Rose as she is, in a roundabout way, the reason why I like porn. 

In the early 1990's, I had managed to get a deposit together and armed with a large mortgage, I bought my own house. The freedom of having your own place to live brings in other sweet rewards - like never having to sneak about with a girlfriend. So, as a virilt lad in my early 20's, I had a great time. 

I met an older woman in Tesco's, she was working the till and I took a fancy to her and saw her working a few times and a few moths later, I was out at a local pub and she was there with some friends and she recognised me and we had a drink. She was married, about 35 and Dusty Rose looks just like her. 

We met by chance a few weeks later and had another chat and there was something there and she agreed to have a date and come around to my house. 

My zip was down and my cock was being wanked within 2 minutes of me letting her in. So started a wonderful affair.  After a while she dropped it out that she like porn films and  - working in a car factory it was not hard for me to get hold of some porn videos.

Well, those nights she came around and we watched porn were something else. She'd go wild, suck my balls dry,  have me eat that juicy tight cunt for hours, get me to fuck her up the arse. And at no time did she ever want any commitment - just a good laugh and some decent sex.  These things peter out as they do, she was still married and wanted children so there was no way it would stay the way it was. She was a wonderful lady and we had a great time and when I cam across Dusty's pictures a few years later, I shot a lot of spunk in memory of that lovely cuddly lady.