I knew I snored - I had for years - and as for the reading light, I had read myself to sleep for years. Those things had never bothered her before.She...slept like the proverbial log. I had seen her sleep undisturbed with a ringing telephone eight feet from her head.So in the fall of 1996, on a crisp October morning, I walked up behind her and cupped her breasts. She said, "Don't you think we're a little too old for that?"I was 58 years old and she was 54 years old. In the calendar year of 1996,. A second nurse appeared with the ice which had been place into two lined bags. I needed to steady Vicki because she was a little woozy from the sedative and the pain killers. We rode in a taxi to our apartment. The whole way back, Vicki had both ice packs under her dress and suffered some discomfort.The doctor had given her some pain pill samples that she took as soon as we got home and climbed into bed. As she undressed, there was nothing to see. She was wrapped in a dressing that allowed her. I wanted something I couldn’t have. So, finally having enough of spying, I turned away and left. Late that night, I stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror, naked. I stared at myself disgusted as I compared myself to her. I was now five foot two, not much different than before James and I met. My skin color had fluctuated over the time, though it was still apparent that I had a mixed heritage. My dark black hair now fell down to my waist as I left it to grow over the years. I had. I just kept swallowing his cum and he kept thrusting his cock into my mouth until his balls were on my chin and my nose buried into his jet black pubic hair. He let go of my head and began to relax. I kept his cock in my mouth and gently sucked, pulling it out to suck the head and flick the tip with my tongue. Licking and swallowing all the thick ribbons of his sperm. I quickly recapped in my mind, 'This is the first time I have ever done anything with a black guy and here I am swallowing his.