The mews were changing to short pants. I curled the finger up and found that oh so sensitive spot. The pants changed to gasps, my tongue and lips kept...tormenting her. One finger became two and then three. The gasps became vocal, guttural, meaningless words. I increased the movements of fingers and tongue. Her words became clear : "I'm cumming, I'm cuuuuummmming, Oh, god, don't stop". I didn't and in a moment my hand was drenched with her juices and her body shook with the spasms of her orgasm.. I never had a problem finding some action at one of these places. There are a lot of horny guys out there looking for some physical stimulation. It wasn't until I turned 51 that I decided it was time to subscribe to the internet. I quickly found my way into some porno sites and then into some gay chat rooms. The chat was pretty hot and I found a new way to get some action.I love having my cock sucked..and love having my ass eaten out.I also love sucking a nice hard cock, but never really cared. Her light skin was flush with heat and moisture, now slightly pink. Her asscheeks were even redder from where I'd been repeatedly spanking her. Save for the blonde's whimpering, the only sound in the room was that of her twice cum-filled pussy squishing audibly with my every stroke.And I was about to fill her for a third time.She'd already gone limp. Gwen was completely exhausted, having endured more orgasms than I could count. There was no tenderness to our fucking. I simply drove her up and. Lindi made a sound, a low pitched, choked, snarling whine. Then she pivoted with a dancer’s ease and punched the young man she hadn’t been fast enough to stop from mockingly bitch slapping Jack. She hit him as hard as she could, putting every inch and every ounce of the pain and the rage and the sadness not ever really being able to help Jack smoldered in her. She felt a momentary, savage joy when the young punk’s nose erupted a geyser of blood. She had never been able to do what she felt was.