Glancing at the top of his patient form, she noted the date of birth field, where he’d written: 4-28-77. Oh, he’s my age, thought Angela, doing th... math in her head. Thirty-seven. She was actually a little disappointed he wasn’t younger, knowing it could be harder to begin life anew and move on at a later age—not that it was a piece of cake at any age—but luckily she was here to coddle and console him to recovery. ‘Aww…Sean, I’m so sorry to hear that.’ ‘I…I-I just…we-we really got into it—I. ..he slid it inside her. Fat chicks pussies tight, wet, mmmm..... and very warm. “Fuuuck.…“Ryan thought to himself, as he began to thrust in and out of Marsha's velvet-like love canal. He'd only been inside her a minute, and his cock was already slick with pussy juice. Ryan grabbed Marsha's tits to balance himself and kept thrusting. Ryan began to notice that it didn't feel like he was going to pop so he started to pump faster and faster until finally he was tired. "Shit" Ryan thought to. I knew that it had started pooling. I knew as soon as I let my legs open, my juices would just start to drain and leak out all over my sheets. But I could no longer resist the temptation. I began to open my legs, my wet lips spreading apart the further they opened. As expected, my juices slowly started to drip out, I could feel them running down my ass crack, pooling underneath. I slid my hand down my thigh, slowly grazing my lips. I slid a finger along my slit, my body shivered as I touched. Henry nodded. "You were always my Sams even if I had to let you be with someone else." Oh God!" she breathed. "We wasted a lot of time, didn't we?"Henry smiled happily. "We're making up for it though, aren't we?" Mmm, I've never been so happy in my life and I've never felt such love for someone. Somehow it just keeps growing. Kiss?"They did: lovingly, tenderly. Then they clung to each other."If only we could be together twenty four hours a day," she moaned.Henry chuckled. "We'd get precious.