I love a man that knows what he wants and will take it, Like a good gurl I sucked him and did some nice deep throating till he stops me and tells me t... get on my knees. I obey him like the good gurl and hand him some lube and a condom, I love the feeling of a man pushing my skirt up and pulling my panties down. Laying there with my ass exposed to this man I only met 20 minutes ago while he pours lube on my and positions my legs to where he wants is so exciting. Knowing any moment I will have. "I see we're going to have to do something about that". She chuckles to herself. Walking round to my front, she grabs my right nipple and pinches it firmly between finger and thumb, slowly increasing the pressure untill I wince to her satisfaction. Abruptly, she lets go and walks over to the bedside table where she reaches for another cheroot. Putting it between her glossy lips, she lights it with her monogrammed lighter and takes a long satisfying pull. Walking back to me, she exhales a long. We would tease each other, talk dirty, discuss fantasies and have sex in every position we could think of. After that, she'd lick and suck me until I was once again hard and use my rejuvenated cock to pleasure herself. One of the most fantastic things about having sex with Kristen was how vocal she was and how fast and frequently she orgasmed. Being in bed with her was amazing, and for whatever reason, I wanted to watch her with another dick. I had joked about my desire to have a threesome with. You knew that I wasn’t ready, that there had been no time. Perhaps you were ready to surrender yourself to the arms of death, but I wasn’t. No matter what I had decided, no matter what we had talked about in the soft glow of the dying fire, I was not ready to say goodbye. Closing my eyes I shiver. I think there is someone out there, in the snow. Didn’t I just hear a laugh? Didn’t I just hear a sigh? Didn’t I just see the glow as they kissed? I am so weary. The years have weighed heavily on me..