This one was uncut and he would definitely feel different than the first two, rubbing her G-spot in a special way she looked forward to.Ralph was much...older than the others, being in his mid-50s. He’d long made it a habit to go to the hardware store every Saturday to stock up for the various honeydew projects his wife expected him to work on during the following week. This stop by her place could only last about 30 minutes but that was about all he was capable of. That was plenty for his thick. Let's be real - we all want love. With Langston it wasn't about hearing "I love you" or expecting him to actually listen to me. It was about the attention. He had to devote a significant amount of time to manipulating my every waking moment - and some of my sleeping ones as well - so I felt important. I felt important putting the card back into its envelope and shimmied the top off of the box. Inside I could see the folds of soft yellow tissue paper concealing a treasure underneath. My heart. It was a great day in California. Perfect beach weather. Mid 80's, nice breeze off the water and lots of bikini clad pussy to look at sunning themselves on the beach. My ex and I returned home and felt like a nap. It was warm enough to sleep naked which I do anyways. A nice mid-afternoon nap was perfect topper to the day.While we napped, I was having some vivid dreams. It was warm enough that a sheet was all the bedding needed. I must have subliminally heard this noise outside the sliding glass. I never understood how a man could be so gentle, so soft, and yet so firm, but his were the hands of a love doctor, a surgeon of sex. He knew how to do what I liked for a man to do. And he had the tools with which to do it. It wasn’t long before he was driving that 10′ rod into my swollen, wet chassis. He lifted his head from my chest, my breasts throbbing from the way he tantalizingly had licked them, and went back to my neck, my ears, my face, my mouth. Then, he did the most incredibly.