.oh, that wacky Alice! My Spidey sense began tingling and I heard her struggle up the stairs, lugging her well-stocked toy chest (or WMO's...weapons o... mass orgasms). I had no desire to use them on her or me tonight, so I began to stammer like Bob Newhart as I gazed at her and knew we needed music, something soft and soothing. I was undecided between Roy Orbison and Bryan Ferry, two beautiful, rich voices from a bygone era. We even danced...well, she danced, I staggered. I think she sensed my. After making love for what seemed like forever I started to build up my orgasm and I felt her getting tighter around me so I knew she was getting close too "I'm gonna cum jen " I moaned out " me too " she moaned I smiled and went as deep as I could making her orgasm she screamed it out in pleasure her pussy tightening up around me was all I needed to push my self over the edge as I came moaning load fulling her up with my load it felt amazing like I just won the jackpot but it was much better. I put my arm around Nashey. Even now, more than a year later, I look back with wonder on that moment. My hand sliding over her, resting on her arms and feeling the warmth of her breasts. Feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. I was in paradise, and wanted it to last forever. Luckily for both of us, apparently I’d grown a third ball, because I moved my mouthto the back of her neck and parted her curls briefly with my hand, then brought my hand back, now on her breasts instead of her. Half a continent away and almost forty years older and one stupid newspaper article brings it all back.I took another sip of my flask but it was tasteless ... I looked at it ... Empty. To hell with it! And I tossed it over the side. I decided to walk home. I couldn't go on like this ... This was the third time I had moved and I was not going to move again ... having to prove I was a competent teacher, going through the trouble of getting certified all over again ... I was getting too old for.