During the week, you would buy two salads (that used to be large-sized burger meals from the local Burger Queen) and bring them over to the law office...where Rachel worked. You'd chit chat and have a nice meal together before parting ways. It was like a dream come true, having a catch like her around, especially when she moved in and you could fool around in the bedroom. It wasn't long before the two of you decided to get married.But…At over 40 years old, both you and Rachel had already been. Her hands, her slick, small hands are making waves of their own on the shore of his skin as the sun warms it and she works his toes and the soles of his feet. She moves up again, to massage his left arm, all the way down to the fingertips, and moves on to the right arm. ‘How did you learn to speak English so well?’ He asks her sleepily, for the massage is relaxing him so, making him take his guard down, making him forget everything but the soothing motions of her hands on him. ‘The other. I moved closer until I felt him at the back of my throat. I paused and felt the rush of blood through his veins, then pulled him slowly from my mouth, leaving a slick coat of saliva across his thick, straight pole. I left the head of his cock literally dripping with anticipation and while he waited patiently for my next move I slowly scanned the room with my phone to my ear and saw everyone dancing and having a blast. I pulled his hard staff down towards the floor to keep it out of sight and. After a few non-starts, I received a message from a black girl in her twenties, and after a photo exchange (she was hot) and a bit of chat, I asked if she'd be comfortable coming over. She was! So we exchanged details, along with my address so that she could give it to a friend for safety and after a few false alarms (things happened) she was on her way. Arriving at my door in a long sexy coat, she gave me no clue what she was wearing below. I offered to take her coat, and she dropped it off.