“Of course, Mrs. Jones, “ the receptionist smiled again and scurried off to a back room. Bemused, Lydia found a couch and sat down. She didn’t d...ink very often, and had intended to just ask for an iced water with lemon, but when she heard the word “champagne” it had just sounded too good to pass up. Well, today was obviously going to be one of firsts for her. The receptionist brought her a glass of the chilled bubbly and Lydia took a sip. It was delicious, but really, had she expected any. Her muscles had contracted, squeezing my dick, and she began to spurt her juices and squirt over me. She continued to squirm, quivering. She was now a passionate woman fulfilled by my manhood while I was proud to have made her get to this limits. I still recall her words: “Nobody ever made me feel this... oh my God, so delicious!!” This mature was aware I hadn’t yet cum so learning this fact was important to her, since this implied she could fuck once more, and adopted another position style:. Then I was out of there. I was on the road and doing my job. Thank god I had a job to keep me “normal.” Nobody or nothing to bother me at work and this was a fine time in my opinion for a few hours at least. I came home and ate dinner with the family. I spent time with my wife and kids. We’d had a normal family setting. The only thing wrong with all of it was that I’d done that one stupid thing with Lucy. I already knew that. I already “fucked” up and I told myself I was not going to do it. She started unbuttoning his shirt and quickly stripped it off. Next was his white t-shirt then she started unbuckling his belt and removed his pants. The whole time he was just staring at Mitzie. When Margie pulled down his boxer shorts his enormous dick sprang out with a raging hard on. Aunt Margie bent down and started sucking on it and he slowly sat back down into his chair as Aunt Margie began slipping off her blouse and pants while keeping his dick sucked in between her lips. At this point.