He had no yard, and his ancient Plymouth needed to be parked on the street, necessitating that he not spend any time in the house before six, lest the...parking police come and take it away. Weekends were the only exception.He tossed the plastic cup into a corner, and pulled his guitar into his lap. It was a nice instrument, not expensive, but not cheap either. His back rested against the wall as he closed his eyes and began picking out a slow piece. There were no chords in the song, just notes. ." you look at me as I clean away the table. "What's for dessert?" I turn around slowly, grinning. "Why me of course!" I kiss you softly on the lips as you place your hands on my ass, pulling me closer. Breaking the kiss I straighten up winking at you, spinning away I head for the room. You follow, listening to my giggles as I run to the bed. I spin around and wait for you on my knees. You walk up to me and I pull you close kissing you passionately. Soon you shove me back on the bed, grab a. It was SO much more arousing, though, to think of it as such!Patricia tweaked and twisted my nipples painfully, erotically, as she drove toward her climax, and to my immense surprise, without my cock ever having been touched, I fountained all over the carpet as she sluiced my innards with her discharge! I can't claim it was a huge amount of cum - I AM after all, over forty, and that was about the fourth cum that day, but the almost clear liquid sprayed itself about with abandon and the. On the Friday before Christmas, I was severely depressed I could barely get my sorry butt out of bed. By afternoon, I was spiraling down a long dark hole. I knew my ex and the boys would be at the Church Christmas program. She was always in charge and the boys were always wise men or shepherds which ever she needed them to be. We had been going since she first started teaching and that was four years before the oldest was born.I drove over to Jim's place. He wasn't home, he was working his.