I had a very successful graphics design business, and I sold it for a sum large enough that I could comfortably retire. The next morning I looked at m...self naked in the mirror and considered what I wanted to do with myself, and my life. I was forty-two, married but childless, and my husband Edward and I led separate lives. My looks were undiminished, and though I had never been conventionally beautiful, I knew I was sexually attractive, with high cheekbones and an aquiline, regal profile. In my. She was biting my nipples too hard that it pained a lot. It turned red with her teeth-marks. Again she kissed on my lips, cheeks, chin and neck. I felt, as I was a flying. Meanwhile we both cummed several times. Then her tongue reached my love hole. She rubbed my cunt with her tongue and pushed magical fingers inside. It was giving me hot sensations. She bit my cunt. It sent electric sensation through my whole body. I cummed in a minute and she drank that hot juice. By now we were totally. No, I was racing towards my finish with all muscles straining to the snapping point. Each muscle was straining. My toes were digging down into the floor of the tub as I pressed myself forward to my shower head. Then it was too much, my pussy started to quake. I bent my spread knees and pushed my hungry peach forward, thrusting. I grunted as the wave of relief that flowed through me was sweet, but it left me still aching and now desperate. I had an empty honey pot there between my legs, and it. ” Sherrie stares intensely, almost angrily at my eyes while she playfully pokes the nozzle against my lip and cheek.“Oh! Ew!” I finally understand what Sherrie means, remembering my mother explaining my infant thermometer to me, when we’d found it in the attic a few years ago. Now I recall what ‘It doesn't go in your mouth’ means with nozzle or nipple shaped First Aid supplies. Crisp, prim nurses, shiny hospital floors and cozy sick days from school all come flooding into my head. I suddenly.