“Get your libido back after menopause!” She smiled that wasn’t her problem. Her libido was something which she didn’t needed to regain but rep...ess. “How to make him a tiger in the bedroom” she giggled to herself. Imagining herself in sexy undies parading in front of her husband. He properly wouldn’t even notice. His interest in her extended to what’s on the TV and what’s for dinner. Sex was infrequent, boring and left her cold and unsatisfied. Her eyes travelled across the top shelf. Every type. Like all cocks, it made her feel hot inside, filled, complete, and after almost two weeks since she'd last felt one in her pussy, Giovanni's felt like a very special treat just below the thin white fabric that covered his genitals.Giovanni's apartment had a serious water leak and was unavailable. He'd been given a room at the country club, but Tamara suggested they try something else. She hired a comfy limo with a privacy screen. The older man who pulled up was all business as the long, black. Murphy was almost as tall as Elsa, a little thick around the middle, and had a shifty cast on his face. I had a feeling he’d bear watching.Munford was the one that got a second look. He was taller than I was and I was almost six feet in socks. He was thick but it didn’t look like lard and he had a cold calculating look in his eyes. I think Zeke shared my opinion of him and it was not good. Mr. Munford was slowly easing his horse away, his right hand very near the big Colt in the saddle holster.. I ran my tongue up along the slit. I felt a pleasant shock. I went mad with lust. My tongue probed inside her cunt. At the same time, I unfastened her bra hooks and she cooperated with me to remove the bra. I was feeling her breasts and pinching her nipples. My face was focused on her pussy and my hands were playing too hard with her nipples. I was squeezing her nipples like tuning an old radio. Her body was responding to my hands. Her legs became wider and the smooth pinky muscles of her pussy.