A string of vaginal fluid connects my lips and her pussy as we part. Her pussy is literally drooling. I stick in my tongue. She moans as I take her fl...vor into my mouth. I tongue fuck her for a moment. I stop. I pull back and use y hands to open her up. I tongue play each and every part of her beautiful pussy. I insert two fingers, her favorite. I make the "come here" motion and I tongue play more. She cums.I stop, pulling out my finger and playing with the sticky moistness on them. I go back. I think that this latest invitation was another attempt by my friends to, as they put it, get me fixed up. I had been single now for about 6 years, after my wife and I had divorced. I had reached my career ceiling at work, and with 10 years to look forward to retirement, I needed something more in my life. I’d always been active, playing rugby hard until I was close to 40, and still keeping fit, so I was big and tough and in good condition. But somehow none of the women I met gave me that spark. Lube was applied copiously to my throbbing pussy and the insides of my puss. Then I felt the probing slipperiness of a lubricated finger against my puckered little bumhole. My bumhole has had so much attention over the years that it is very accommodating, and it yields without much effort. Two lubricated fingers fluttered their way easily into my anal tunnel. The telltale buzz of a vibrator then filled the room, and I felt the vibrator worm its way into my engorged cunt. The noise of the. “Slut,” Brian responded, kissing her, then collapsing on top of her.They both rolled sideways, still holding each other, still locked together, their bodies bathed in perspiration and body fluids.“I love you,” he said, kissing her.“I love you too,” she replied.They stayed, holding each other as their bodies slowly stopped heaving. Eventually Jane felt his cock slipping from her cunt, she reached for the tissues, taking a handful and packing them between her legs. They lay there, both breathing.