Maybe not the best, surely not the worst, but we were companions.Every night now I would go home to an empty apartment. Sit there and either go on the...computer or watch TV. For the first few months it was okay, but now it was becoming very boring. Here I was in my fifties, sitting home alone.I tried dating a few women but they just seemed lonely like me. With most of them there was sex. I guess I was still a pussy hound. I didn't want any commitments, I didn't want another marriage. That seemed. I wept again at this new punishment. He used to tease me like this, licking my thighs or my belly, refusing to touch my pussy, getting me aroused by anticipation. Now he wasn’t teasing, he was being cruel, but he aroused me anyway. His only touch was painful, but at least he touched. I moaned louder with every smack. I finally shrieked at him to stop, and that was when he jammed his fingers into my empty, drenched pussy. He rammed them in and held them as deep as he could and I screamed in. In Bob Tanner's case, the day had contained stress he expected. There had been a dozen plays that had gone badly; dropped balls ... two turnovers ... and the other team's gains. In the end he'd been wrung out, as his team entered overtime. Then the euphoria of ultimate success, followed by stress he hadn't been expecting, as he saw his daughter in a situation he wasn't prepared for. Nor was he prepared to feel the level of lust that had shocked him to the core.It had worked out, though, except. That was good - I asked him where there was a good place to eat in town, then asked him if he would masturbate my wife, looked at me like I was nuts then walked up to the window - You are nuts, he did a nice job - there is a trucker looking at you, flagging us over, Ile just get behind him, when he stops just go to the passengers door, grab the bar on the side of the cab and pull yourself up, there is a sleeper in it - God did he fucked me, he had three fingers in my mouth, just gave him the.