She guessed that Angela might actually rather despise people with too much culture. “All these statues have tunes coming from them!” she commented... noting silently the Bach cantatas, the vocal works of Pergolesi, Palestrina and Pärt, and other devotional music emanating from the gathered marble figures. “Nothing decent though. Nothing you could dance to,” Angela complained. “Anyhow, I can’t see any sign of Delia here. She might be in that little cottage there. What do you think?” Selena. Who am I kidding it was great. I got a great set of rooms, great food, and I got paid in cash. I wasn’t expected to do anything other than keep the limousine in excellent working condition and drive Melinda around. On occasion I would take them both to dinner or some other fancy affair.Now Melinda, his wife, was thirty-five years old and a living doll. She had been a Penthouse Centerfold a few years back. She was what you call a trophy wife. She had shaggy blonde hair halfway down her back and. For the next few years, I saw her only very rarely for minor problems like sinus infections and mysterious skin growths, but when I was approaching my 50th birthday, I scheduled the ‘big-five-oh’ exam. This exam was thorough. It included a close head to toe examination of my skin and a brief examination of my penis and gentle squeezing for lumps in my scrotum. Of course, it also included the finger-in-the-butt prostate exam. None of this intimate contact did anything for me sexually and my. "Oh god!" I groaned sitting back enjoying the moment."Feeling better hubby?" she asked cheekily"Oh god yes!" I groaned."Then this should make you feel amazing!" she then said, before leaning over and placing her wet mouth over my cock.I groaned happily as her mouth engulfed me, and in seconds her head was bobbing back and forth on my cock, as her soft red lips ran up and down my shaft."Oh god! oh god! oh god!" I groaned loving the feeling of my wife’s mouth on my cock.Her lips were happily.