I drank them down, the tip of my dick aching and throbbing as this hot wife creamed hard. Her ass clenched beneath my massaging fingers. She screamed ...ut around her husband's cock. I loved the sounds. I gave this woman such pleasure.Her husband might be the most powerful man in the Democratic party, but his wife burned for my cock to breed her.I shuddered. I had to fuck her. Before the nation. I had to pump my futa-cum into her. My pussy clenched. I squeezed her trembling rump while my tongue. He was so easy to tease. Sadly, he reminded me of his mother right then. ‘Dad, would you….’ His voice quieted down. ‘Yes, yes.’ I coughed, grabbing his arm. The air was doing a number on me. And then we were there. The snow was falling, maybe from the trees, I couldn’t tell. But under it, there she was, marked by a piece of granite, rest her soul. My wife, passed away 5 years ago. — ‘I still can’t believe you’re here.’ She said late one night. I had only moved down a few weeks before. ‘Yeah,. He was reeling on his feet and didn’t see the air above wisp into a cloud and begin drifting down to settle about him, and nowhere else. He was not aware of her enveloping need as such, but he did know a shiver when she whispered toward the auricles and ventricles of his heart. She murmured sweet nothings from his ear to his brain, which couldn’t compare to the love she had for the contact of his body. She lied with great sincerity when his lids moistened, as his eyes glazed over, and promised. No school for 3 months and a young lust and boyish curiousity that had to be explored. I knew, even then at such a young age, that I was drawn to older men. I knew I lusted after mature, manly dick and had a burning desire to suck it and to be fucked by it. It was just something I knew, something I felt. My body ached for it. My mind craved it. Although I had not ever experienced being with another boy, let alone a man before, it was an all consuming passion and desire. I needed to be taken by.