My dick was fully hard and was throbbing inside my pants. I was sweating from top to bottom. I asked her if I can take off my shirt as it was sweating...a lot.She hastily agreed to it and I did it. I told her I will lie back on the floor and asked her to sit on my stomach. I bend over so that I can suck on her right tit. She said no and asked me to do it in the same way as before. I requested her that my back is hurting to bend and suck.She said that she wants it to end soon and finally agreed.. The problem was I was still in love with her but I held my ground. I never stepped foot back in her house. When we got together we always made love at my place.She never complained because it was one of the rules we set. I would pick her up at her house and she would come out and get in the car. Needless to say our daughters were ecstatic that we were back together again.I did tell Marge that I wasn't ever going to discuss my sex life with her. Anyone I was with after we were divorced was my. I'll have to ask him.”“Wait. You're still with him? Where are you?”“Somewhere in Arizona. We stopped for the night. He's in the truck stop taking a shower and getting us some grub. He has a limit to how many hours he can do in one day, so we're parked until morning. At least that's what he says. I think we could probably have made to Vegas in a few more hours, but – well, I think maybe he just wants my...company for another night.”“Oh ,really? Sounds like you two have been getting along pretty. “Wow, so that is what it is like,” she said as a second and third shot of cum hit her hand and arm.Then I felt her press her legs tightly against my hand. I looked up, “did I hurt you?” She shook her head no and closed her eyes as I knew she was cumming on my hand.I heard the bathroom door knob turn and was pulled my mind out of that tender moment that had taken place 50 years ago. Pinkie came out of the bathroom carrying a glass of water and wearing the prettiest bra and panty set I had ever.