Pretty, nice hooters, a butt worth worshipping: she was the exception. But, in the end, she dumped me too—for a jock! Now, my wife, if not actually ...umping me, was dumping on me. I'd had enough.Verna was just the latest to put me down. Difference is that we'd been together for so long that I thought I'd turned the corner, that my luck with womankind had changed. But now, after seventeen years of marriage, my illusions had been laid bare and brought home to me in big time.Traffic seemed light. ” Chelsea didn’t know if she could stave off her massive orgasm, mounting from the pounding he was giving her. James flipped her over, picked her up, placed her on the couch and started missionary fucking her. Chelsea gripped the cushions as his cock plunged into her silk walls. She had missed feeling so fulfilled and emotionally connected. Chelsea’s pussy began to uncontrollably shake as James’ cock made her pussy walls so wet she began to be unable to hold back her orgasm. “Baby, please,. This girl knew what she was doing! Such skill only comes with careful, knowledgeable teaching. I knew I was looking at the smiling face of her teacher. I took her round face in my hands and delicately kissed the older woman while her partner was slurping away on my rod and gently squeezing my balls. Her tongue caressed the inside of my mouth so softly, and then *I* came with a sudden surge of spasms from deep in my crotch into the mouth of the blonde. She swallowed, swallowed and massaged my. Her breasts were full and her nipples proud, she had a good figure and she knew he would like it. She didn’t like hair down there so was pleased that she had shaved, it looked so much better and she loved to feel the warmth of a man’s tongue on that sensitive button. She stepped into the bath, enjoying the warmth of the soapy water as she sat down, it washed over her body and made her feel good. She thought about what she should wear for her meeting, she knew he loved stockings and she.