Well, actually I’m a widower, having lost my wife of nearly 60 years, fours ago. We’d been quite happy during all that time together. We seemed ...o have it all, except for c***dren. I’ve never been able to father any, having had an accident when I was in my early teens, thus rendering my reproductive capabilities moot.Without k**s though, I was able to devote my time to both my job and my wife. Eleanor was a wonderful woman. She never complained about not having any c***dren. Hell, with. “So big for your bully” she said smirking, I can’t wait to tell my friends I made you cum. She then pushed me on the couch, wait what you want to suck my dick I ask confused I thought you hated me.“I only hated you because you never gave me any attention,” oh ok I say I’m sorry about that. I had no idea you liked me, it really never occurred to me.“It’s all good now she said,”as she shook her blond hair messing it up. She then started stroking my dick, oh fuck I say that feels so good. “I’ve. . I don't think I can do this!"He shushed her gently. "Of course you can. You have but to relax, and trust that I would do nothing to cause you pain."Cassidy was so badly torn. She hated the idea of disappointing him; there was something so incredibly magnetic about Manuel that she so far had refused him nothing. Even so, her husband's callus and clumsy penetration of her back door had been painfully traumatic, and until this very moment, she never thought she would again allow a man to use her. I wasn't sure if Icould bear that."Why didn't you just come between us?" he asked. Softly. His weightsettled on the bed beside me. "You could have told him about the drugs,the men."I shook my head. He'd taken my hair down when he'd undressed me. I couldfeel it piled around my head. I suppose I wouldn't have to manage its massanymore, though I had come to enjoy it. Braiding waist length hair can bevery very therapeutic. Though it makes your arms ache."That just shows how little you understand.