Preparing the meal was an enjoyable activity for him, selecting what to serve, setting the various dishes to cook at the right time so all was done to...perfection at the same time. He checked the clock, time for a quick shower with time enough to get dressed before she arrived. The dog started to do her ‘I have to go out’ ritual just as he stepped from the shower so still drying off he opened the door to let to pup out. She was nervous about the date. After so many years of an unhappy marriage. A lifetime ago I would have been reclining upon an upholstered chair, my feet crossed lady-like upon a footstool in front of a blazing fire. There’d be a pine, trimmed with garland and glass ornaments and an angel perched on top overlooking the room. The smell of mincemeat and ham, a hint of peppermint infusing it, would be wafting from the sideboard as I sipped brandied eggnog from a stout glass. And of course, there would be presents under the tree, wrapped in colorful tissue and adorned with. Abby was feeling pleasure in places she didn't know existed until now. Abby could hear wet slapping noises as Busters skilled tongue met her soaked pussy. Buster was hitting her G-spot on every lick, this brought Abby's inevitable orgasm closer than ever. Buster kept masterfully eating Abby's pussy out for close to ten minutes. Fingering herself in the shower combined with Busters' tongue pushed Abby over the edge. She arched her back and almost screamed as she came harder than ever. Busters. Both her nipples were rocked hard as she spun around again showing me her big hips. Oh!! Are you OK? I said. She smiled. Yes! It happens when ever I get light headed. I need to catch my breath. You making me turn red. she said. I sat there on the end of the couch. I crossed my legs. I was trying to hide my raging hard on. I could feel all 9 3/4 inches of my cock wanting to get out of my boxer briefs. I put my hand on the front of my jeans. I gave my cock a small squeeze near the right front.