God I love it when he makes me cum.I could hear the sounds of our fucking echoing off the walls of my home. I did not care if anyone watched as we fuc...ed there on my living room floor. My cunt was so full of cock that every movement caused an obscene sound to squish from my cunt hole. It reminded me of the sound a plumber's helper creates as it plunges in and out of a toilet bowl. The thought disgusted me but the feeling inside my hot cunt made it disappear.His fucking cock made me grunt with. We were sitting on a stone bench and her legs were cross and straight as she was stretching it. She looked lovely and sexy.Me: Even being married you look like a diva (taking the cigarette from her hand and had cush of cigarette.)She: Why do you think so?Me: I mean you are still perfect.She: Like what?Me: Eyes, face, hairs etc.She: And legs you are staring that from home till now?Me: No, I am not?She: It’s ok. I am broadminded. If I wear a skirt, people will see my legs. (Taking cigarette from. After we were left in the line, John turned to me and said, “I’ve seen you with the cane a few other times as well. You need that all the time?”“Mostly just in the evenings. My knee stiffens up in the evening and starts bothering me,” I answered.“If you don’t mind my asking, what’s wrong with your knee?”I smiled. It was a common enough question, and I gave my usual answer. “I used to be a paratrooper, and I made one jump too many. I had a hard landing and wrecked my knee.”“Well, no wonder!”. I could see her stuck in traffic a few cars ahead of me. I could still feel her lips on mine. I tried to put her out of my mind as I attended to business, damn I really enjoyed her touch. I get feedback from a mutual chat buddy. I’m supposedly very shy. Me? I’m a gentleman is what I am! Later just as I’m recovering my senses there is a call, she wants to know if she can come and say goodbye at the hotel. Well now! My momma did not raise a fool so I stopped at Adult World to get supplies,.