Ok, back to the action.First, just a little bit more background to put this whole thing into perspective. We have, been friends/lovers since 1965, it�...�s now late summer-early fall of 1977. I’ve been to college, married, divorced, spent four years in the Air force and now we’ve all reconnected.Needed to add that for depth of timing so that the relational aspect remains intact. Hahaha!It’s early evening and Van and I have had an early dinner and are back at my apartment. There’s soft jazz coming. With that, Alma put down her spatula and turned and gave me another kiss, one that I felt all the way to my toes, or at least to my cock and balls, and I immediately woke up in more ways than one. Alma let me go then, but not before dropping her hand to my crotch and giving me the most blatant and obvious of rubs."Hey, glad to see you're awake, Daniel."I looked at Alma again. She looked freshly fucked, no question about that, but she was also quivering, like in anticipation, maybe. I turned to. The likelihood of him leaving anything behind was slim, but perhaps fate would smile on her. Torquemada took his leave and Gabriella snatched up the first dress her hand touched. She wrenched open the lid of the trunk he had indicated and quickly pulled on all the undergarments a lady was required to wear. There was a beautiful pair of slippers that she slipped her feet into, barely noticing the beauty of them. She set about setting her hair in some sort of array, as she quickly scanned the. I tried to tell her I was too high to get hard maybe later. As she sucked my cock she slid her hands under me and cupped my butt cheeks. Nice sweet ass she told me. I smiled and watched her suck me.I wish I hadn't smoked any weed I would have enjoyed this more. I certainly would have a hard cock and would have been digging my hands through her hair rather than thinking I was going to get sick. I told her I would fuck her in her ass like there was no tomorrow and she laughed. She told me yeah.