When she thinks she can bare no more the sensation changes as He gently begins to rub ice over her clit, telling her it will cool her down, she doesn�...�t believe she will ever be cool again. She feels the large vibrator being pushed inside her, stretching her now soaking pussy, He pushes it deeper and deeper fucking her hard until she orgasms, His fingers replace the phallus stroking the spot inside when the next orgasm hits her juices spurt over him. He pushes deeper He tells her His hand is. He delighted in seeing colors and shades different from the ones worn my his mother.Roger's wife reminded him of his mother mostly because of her Italian heritage and looks with dark raven hair and her classic facial features carefully adorned with just the right amount of make up to accentuate her natural beauty and sexiness. He was so taken by her appearance that initially at least, Roger didn't even notice if she was wearing nylons even though he more or less presumed she was because she. He looked hot and in my sexual daze only caused to turn me on even more.He made a coffee while I continued washing. We made small talk and he asked what I was doing in New York. I told him I wanted a break from my family and thought I should try making it on my own. I told him about my money problems and how I was struggling with the change. He was easy to talk to and I felt immediately comfortable with him.He told me he was divorced and he had been single for the last two years. I did not. He smoothed the wrinkles from his groping with a firm hand, creases were terrible in this soft wool.He liked fine things, like the feel of silk and satin, Egyptian cotton, fine French wines, symphonies and good food. He drove expensive cars, and he had personal staff members to satisfy his every personal need. He had a good life, even if he had to deal with his cold hearted bitch of a wife to keep it. And to keep his real self buried beneath a facade of a whiny hen pecked husband which had.