The stories I read seemed unrealistic, and I couldn’t imagine stuff like that actually happened in real life. The ideal situation I thought of was f...nding a well hung stranger in some isolated place, where I ended up on my knees hungrily sucking him off, and eventually being leaned up against a wall or bent over doggy style to take his thick cock up my ass. I felt like such a slut fantasizing about this and desperately wanted it to happen. I knew it never would, but it was exciting to imagine.. The years went by and life happened. When I was twenty my father left my mother for some woman he worked with and the husband of that woman tracked them down and shot the both of them to death. Grandma passed away in her sleep when I was twenty-two. Cancer claimed my mother when I was twenty-nine. Uncle Wendell was my last living relative and a drunk driver ended his life when I was thirty-three. Curiously enough the largest flower arrangement at the funeral home came with a card that simply. “You were shouting in your sleep.”“You are here,” Jean stated. “I thought you had left me.”Marguerite threw her arms around her husband and laid her head on his chest. “No, my love,” she said softly. “I will never leave you.”The young wife was naked and clung tightly to Jean, her hand moving between his legs. She gripped his cock, surprised to find it was already nearly hard. It hardened more as Marguerite continued stroking him softly. Within a few seconds, his cock was harder than she had. My cock now stiffening in my hose to the point I was starting to get a bit of a wet spot. She commented on how great it would be to be there with her head between my legs and be licking and sucking on me through my pantyhose. As I was thinking of this and really getting so hard she asked me to free my cock from my pantyhose, stroking it as I pulled it out I thought about how I wished she was here with me so we could be pleasing each other.My fingers in her wet pussy pushing her pantyhose in and.