Over time they settled into life and intimacy became less frequent, more routine. Empty. Joan sighed, then realized she had sighed out loud. Another g...im smile. For some reason she thought of Paul, an old boyfriend. She had fallen deeply in love with him. In fact, she thought they would marry. But then John came along and swept her off her feet, as the saying goes. She wondered idly what had become of Paul. It had been over twenty years. Bored with the kitchen, Joan went upstairs to their. He walked away, asking me to walk few steps behind him. We stepped into the loo, few guys were in the urinal. He stepped into the toiled stall. I was at the washbasin looking into the mirror. The moment the crowd cleared up, I rushed into the stall he was in. We latched and started kissing. He was good at french kissing. Our wet tongues were fencing each other’s. He grabbed my crotch, I was rock hard. He unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. I grew even harder. I unzipped his pants. He hopped over and sat on the barrier, watching the three of us as we sat down in the field, weaving the flowers together to form crowns."For you, Queenie," Reina declared, dropping the crown on her head. The black-haired woman beamed, her face so pale and innocent. My heart beat faster as I finished my crown and placed it on Reina's head."And last for you," Queenie said. She lifted up her crown of flowers and gently set it on my head. And then she kissed me. "You deserve to wear this. You're. At least twelve times. Each time just as short. Once I reach the part where her pussy hole was I immediately orgasm. Now I’m in love with the smell of pussy.A week goes by and and the scent of pussy is losing strength. It’s taking longer to orgasm. Well I went to a friends house who lived down the street. He was a few years younger than me but we like to play video games. Whenever we would play he always had to use the bathroom. He had some condition and it took him a long time to go. I always.