He lifts his head. He wears a beard of rusty blood. He is still stone-hard.“I am your first,” he says. His voice, unlike mine, is not tattered or ...asping. It is resonant and polished.“Not exactly.” My laugh cracks at the edges.He growls and dips his face again.“More,” he says, into my aching cavity. But the flow slows, and he grows flaccid. Before I can peel myself from the damp sheets, he shunts his broad torso up so we are face-to-face and chest-to-chest. The thin, galvanized layer of his. He didn’t know how old Grace was, but guessed that she was at least sixty, maybe more. ‘You remember Joe Ninehouse, don’t you Grace? I’m hoping when he finishes his internship he’ll take over my practice.’ ‘Sure, I’ve known Joe for ages. I hope you do come Joe. I think I’d like you to be my doctor. You planning on heading to Florida for retirement Dr. ‘B’?’ Grace Skinner said. ‘I sure am. Have you been feeling OK lately?’ Dr. Balkema said as he started in on the physical examination taking her. While he waited for the bartender he stared down at his coaster. He started to think about his wife and what she was doing this weekend. He played out in his mind her return home after an entire weekend away from him. The reunion scene he pictured was romanticized. He pictured her coming home and giving him a big, long, kiss while wrapping her arms around his neck from missing him so much. Maybe they would make it up the stairs to their bedroom or maybe they would just use the couch and. Her cries are crazed and inhuman. She comes hard, her back arching pushing his fingers and cock deep, she clenches him as her orgasm hits. Feeling her clench his fingers tight sends him into a deeper frenzy. He removes his cock from her cunt; it glistens with her come and juices, and then he pulls his finger from her arse. Taking his rock hard dick in his hands, he strokes himself, eyeing his prizes he snarls at her. “Spread them wider.” In her post orgasmic haze Rebecca follows his.