No introduction really needed for this Entry. The title kind of says it all, except to say I was still on my path to sluthood, and enjoying every step of the way. This was just one more chapter.

  John and I had been fucking for probably 6 months or so. It was mid Summer, so wearing shorts and tank tops was normal for me. Dad was at work, so my brother, sister and I were hanging out in John's yard (we did not have much of a yard), where he could keep an eye on us. He never really did if I was there. The 3 of us had been kicking a soccer ball around when I took a break and sat on John's back steps. While I sat there I noticed an old man in the second floor window of the apartment building next door. I was not sure, but he sure seemed to be watching me. 

  I did not really know the old man, but had seen him around. He used a walker so he was not outside often unless his wife or daughter (she was probably 30 or older) was with him. I knew he and his wife lived in their apartment alone, and other than the daughter, they did not seem to ever have company. However, I wanted to find out if he was watching me or not. 

  My shorts were kind of baggy, and my tank top was loose fitting. I figured the combination might give him a show, if he was watching me. I walked into the center of the yard and performed a few somersaults, hoping the tank top would slide up and the shorts would flair. They did, and I stopped, facing the apartment building. Sure enough, the old man had stood up and was staring down at me. I slowly pulled the tank top down, recovering my bra and tits. I seem to remember his mouth was open. 

  With my siblings still kicking the ball, oblivious of what I had done, I returned to the steps and sat back down. Trying to be obvious to the old man, but secretive to my siblings, I spread my legs and worked the bottom of my shorts up my thighs. It only took a moment for me to be flashing my pink panties at the old guy. He was definitely watching me! He seemed to be getting excited and was nodding his head. 

  I leaned forward, took hold of my top's neckline and pulled it down, along with my bra, to expose my tits. His head nodded faster and he gave me a thumps up. My next target was insight. The only problem I had at the moment was not knowing whether his wife was home or not. While I debated whether he would be acting that way if she was home or not, I gave him a better look at my chest by lifting my top and bra above my tits. 

  He had sat back down, but with the new view, he almost seemed to be bouncing up and down in his chair. The answer to my debate was almost immediately answered. I spotted his wife walking up behind him, just in time to get my chest covered up, though my bra did not get set right. I turned my back and adjusted my bra. When I turned back, the old man was being led away by his wife. I was not defeated, just delayed. 

  Over the next few days I got to give the old man a couple more peek shows, but I was waiting for their daughter to take the wife shopping, which seemed to happen at least once a week. It was nearly a week after that first incident when I spotted the daughter's car parked out front of the apartment building. I watched closely and waited. 

  Maybe a half hour later, the daughter and wife came out of the building and got into the car. My time had come. I stuck my head in the backdoor of John's house and yelled to him. When he answered, I told him I was going home for a little while, but my brother and sister were staying. With him aware that he would need to check on them occasionally, I headed for the apartment building. 

  From the location of the window and the layout of the stairs and hallway, it was not difficult to figure out which door I wanted to knock on. I knocked, then quickly glanced around. There was nobody around. I listened, but did not hear any movement inside, so I knocked again. This time I heard a little shuffling inside. I took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and waited. 

  I heard the old man ask who it was. I said it was Jasmine, and waited. The door opened a crack, held from opening much by a safety chain. When the old man's face showed in the crack, I lifted my t-shirt. Without a bra on, he got a good look at my tits. His mouth began to open as I asked him if he remembered me. His head started nodding. I asked if I could come in. He nodded again, his face disappeared and I could hear him fumbling with the safety chain. A moment later, the door opened wider. 

  I had dropped my t-shirt. I stepped in quickly, and the door closed even quicker. With me in front of him, the old man almost seemed speechless, but finally asked what I wanted. I told him I did not want anything, but thought that there might be something I could do for him, or maybe something he wanted. 

  Through a lot of stammering and stuttering, he finally asked me, "Like what?" I responded as matter of factly as I could that I did not know, but maybe a better look at my tits, or maybe my pussy. For a moment I thought he was going to fall over. After a moment, he said "Really?" When I said yes, he told me to follow him and we went into the living room. 

  He sat on a couch, away from the window, and asked me to repeat my name, while holding my hands so I was in front of him, facing him. I told him again and he introduced himself as George (not really, but I need to protect his identity). With the introductions out of the way, I asked if he wanted a better look at my tits. Dumb question. As I peeled the t-shirt off over my head, George started muttering, "My, Oh my." He muttered it again and again over the next several minutes as I undressed and his fingers checked out my body. 

  George had one hand on a tit and the other between my legs, squeezing my quim a bit. I asked if I could do anything else for him. His eyes got really big as he looked up at me. I think he was working up the courage to ask, but he might have been wondering if he should, but, finally, he asked if I would touch his penis. 

  Trying to put him at ease, I excitedly asked, "Can I?" I did not wait for an answer, I leaned forward and began unfastening his pants. George gasped, let go of my tit and pussy, and leaned back on the couch. Once I had his pants unfastened, I tugged at them and he lifted his butt. A moment later, I had his pants and underwear below his knees. His cock was pretty shriveled up and seemed tiny. 

  The "My, Oh my's" resumed as soon as I was on my knees and my fingers began gently pulling on his cock, which did not stay so tiny. He was breathing in gasps as I toyed with it. It was not growing quickly, but it was definitely getting bigger and harder. I was eventually able to wrap my hand around it and begin stroking. Between a couple more "My, Oh my's" George told me nobody had touched his cock in years. I took that as my cue to apply my lips to the job. 

  Only a minute or 2 later, I was swallowing cum. His cock quickly shriveled and shrank. Try as hard as I might, I could not get any more life into it. After cleaning up all the cum, and several minutes of trying to get a reaction from his cock, George asked if he could taste my pretty titties. 

  I climbed into his lap, facing him and letting his mouth move to one nipple, then the other. The whole time he was licking and sucking on my nipples, my pussy was leaking into his lap. He said something about my pussy being so wet, and smelling so good. I asked if he would like a taste of it too. He gasped so loud and hard, I thought he might be having a heart attack. It took him a moment, but he finally asked, "Really?" 

  Again I did not bother answering him. I stood on the couch with one foot and put the other on the back of the couch, on the opposite side of him and lowered my pussy to his face. As he began to lick it, he reached a hand around me, gripped a butt cheek and pulled me closer. He was not very good at licking pussy, but it still felt kind of nice. Besides, he seemed really pleased to be allowed to do it. 

  George licked my pussy and clit for quite a while, remarking how good it tasted from time to time, but he did reach a point where he had had enough. And, honestly, I was starting to get uncomfortable in that position. I purposely sat straddling his lap, and pressed my pussy against his cock. I gave him my most innocent grin, while trying to make my eyes look mischievous. George smirked at me and chuckled. 

  "Did you like it, George?" He laughed and said, "My, Oh my. Yes. You are such a sweet little lady to let an old man play with you like that." 

  "I liked playing with you too. It was fun, and yummy." 

  "Maybe we could do it again sometime?" 

  "Oh, sure. Some time when I know you are alone, I will come by to do some more. Maybe next time you can put your cock in my pussy. I would like that." 

  "My, Oh my. That would be wonderful, but I do not have any condoms, and I cannot ask my wife to get some." 

  "You do not need a condom, George. I am on birth control." 

  "Oh!" He seemed to be contemplating something, so I kept quiet. "You have had sex before? I mean somebody has put their penis in you before?" 

  "Oh, yes, several times." 

  George's eyes got big again. "Really?" 

  "Yup! Lots of times." It might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but I had had sex with a few guys and some of them more than once. 

  "Okay, so how about this, when my wife is away, I will put a coffee cup on that window sill." He pointed to the window I had seen him in. A chair sat in front of it, facing the window. To the right of the chair, there was a little table. "My wife hates it when I put my cup on the window sill. She says it belongs on the table, so if she is here, there will not be any cup in the window." 

  I could not help it, I laughed. It seemed funny to me that a wife would be so strict with her husband. I said okay and asked if there was anything more I could do for him. He said I could give him another look at my body and a quick taste of a tit, but his wife would be home soon, so I needed to get dressed and leave soon. 

  George got what he asked for, then I got dressed, helped him get his pants back on, and then gave him a kiss on his cheek before leaving. As he closed the door behind me, I told him I hoped to see him again soon. I did too, as soon as I got back into John's yard, I looked up and there George was, smiling and waving. 

  It was nearly 2 weeks before I spotted the coffee cup in the window. It had rained for a few days during those weeks, so I assumed his wife was probably gone during a rain day. He did not fuck my pussy that second time either. I just could not get him hard enough. He blamed it on his medication, but I told him it was okay, we could try again some time. He did give me a load to swallow, and when he licked my pussy that time, he had me lying on his bed. 

  It was during my third visit, about another week later, when George laid on his bed and I slipped my wet pussy down his cock. His cock was not really small when it was erect, but right around what I learned later, was average. He tried to do the work to fuck me, but he just could not keep it up very long. The thing is, I knew George was really enjoying our time together, and I was giving him pleasure, so I did not care if I had to do all the work. 

  George and I continued having those rendezvouses for a little more than a year, then his wife got sick and they were moved to a nursing home. I did visit him a couple of times at the home, but he got weaker and sicker and I finally just couldn't bring myself to visit him anymore. I am kind of ashamed of that.