Her hands reached for his head and pulled his lips to hers. Her insistent tongue entered his mouth, fought his tongue and conquered. Her plaited hair ...ound around them like a soft rope.Johann didn't notice as Rapunzel guided her hair to entangle him. When she rolled him to his back and straddled him his arms and legs were softly restrained. Even if he had wanted to, he could not have stopped her as she rose above him before impaling herself on his erection. He gasped as he realised what she had. She hardly sucked me for a couple of minutes and I was already about to cum and I told her of that. She stopped sucking and held my cock tightly and my orgasm has stopped. She said that she has done that deliberately and she said the reason was that if a man has an orgasm he will not be able to do sex with the same tempo shortly after that and requires some hours to gain that tempo. So, she doesn’t want me to lose the tempo and want me to have orgasm only after the final act which is fucking. But you get comfortable with familiarity, and when she finally voiced the truth, that we had drifted apart and weren't really lovers anymore, I cried. Despite the divorce, I still love her, and I probably always will.Now it was time to pick up the pieces, take stock of my life, and get used to living alone again, for the first time in forever. I doubted I'd ever marry again. So I found a modest little apartment in an out-of-the-way place, and set up shop. I made sure to find a place that. They were always married, had k**s my age or older and were generally unavailable.But the younger women just didn't do it for me. I'd see an older woman and immediately get turned on by numerous things. Their more mature faces, the age lines around eyes and the face generally, the confidence that comes with age. Then of course there was their bodies – I love the older body with its imperfections, the fuller breasts starting to sag a little, the not so flat stomach and small bulges here and.