For the first 20 odd years of our marriage I never asked nor wanted to know about her past sex life. But as I have got older, I have become less activ..., my cock less hard. As, I have become less attractive to other women I have become more of a Sissy. I was a shitty husband in our early years, fucking anything and everything. I am also Bi and have sucked cock and been fucked on some rare occasions. As I have become less active, I seem to have become more and more turned on by the thought of my. He loved the young ones with the tight holes. He really liked them when they had big tits like this youngster. She looked like she weighed 100 pounds and her tits were at least a D. That is how he liked these girls. He always found the street sluts that were run aways and picked them up and kept them till he tired of them or found new ones. He was not abusive. He just loved to fuck their holes for hours and the street girls had no where to be and no one looking for them. He looked at his two. She never had to ask him twice. He pressed his skin against her warm body, smelling the slight musk of her night time sweat lingering in the bed. Her hands reached around his head as he kissed the side of her neck and she pushed him down. Following her lead he kissed his way down her body, pausing briefly to suck on one nipple, then to circle his tongue around her belly button, then down to the musky sweetness that emanated from between her legs. With her thighs parted and knees bent, access to. No strange cultural flourishes. Just wood frame houses with tiled roofs, square windows and rectangular doors. Only its occupants were fucking weird. Bipedal frogs.Still, you got used to them.Piotr brought his mount beside her. He looked strange without the feathered wings attached to the back of his armor, without the decoration that marked him as one of the elite Winged Hussars. It had been his choice to leave them behind, to go as, well, one of her men. She smiled at him. So far as she was.