I trying very hard.” She said in her broken English.She put her silken lips back onto my dick and started to move very slowly down the shaft. The w...ole time, she was sucking very hard and playing with the dick head quickly. I was shocked when she kept going, all the way down to the bottom. I looked to the side and could see in the reflection in the window, her lips were touching the base of my dick. It was the deepest any girl had every put my cock willingly. Or mostly willingly in this. My fingers actually shook as I unwrapped the clingy plastic. The first bite was sheer bliss, and the second and third were not far behind it. In between bites I guzzled iced tea.Breakfast the next morning was prefaced by a new routine. I spent thirty minutes working on my upper body strength with the pulley system that was the main component among those installed. I moved to the new treadmill from there and began experimenting with using the device as a substitute for my normal running. I ran. Today I called to let Cynthia know I was early and I'd see her in a few. She told me the coffee was ready. I put on my suit coat and left in my Range Rover. It's a good vehicle for these gravel roads we live on. It was only a couple of minutes, actually, down to her ranch house. I parked out in the drive. Her cone flowers and peonies were blooming along the stone walkway to her front door."Hello, Brad. How've you been dear one?" You know me, Cynthia. I'm always good. What a pretty dress. That. She was not as thin as me, but still thin. Unlike me she had beautiful blond hair poking from under a head scarf. It was thick and well done I could tell even from the small amount showing. She wore large dark glasses as well as the scarf. At first I thought it was to hide her identity, however once she got inside, I knew that it was because both her eyes were bruised."You must be Lydia?" I suggested."Yes and you are Maxine Stone of course. I am so glad that you agreed to see me. I really have.