Over the seasons, since he had left his home, he was amazed at what he took for granted while he was living the sheltered life with his father.In the ...mall village living as farmers, and having the time to do what he wanted, he never looked beyond their valley or his daily life. Now that he was forced to, he could clearly see that most of the people of the world were living a day-by-day existence, and in some cases hand-to-mouth, for their meals.He saw the dirty children and the filthy. .. not the case, but that's ok. it gets me fucked haha.I like them because they're younger, strong, don't want trouble.I mostly do out of town cops, but there is one local - I wanted a fuck so I txtd him this morn, that I wanted to fuck.he said sure, he'd gotten off at 2 in the morn. I picked up a couple of bagel sandwiches, took a partial bottle of baileys I had.we had the bagels, coffee, then took the bottle to the spa they have. hot tub. we were alone, so we sipped, I found his cock and. Gina and I were having less and less sex, I didn’t know who was more frustrated with the situation. I had recently seen a doctor about it, who asked if I would still get hard in the mornings, when I confirmed it, he just stated it may be a lack of desire.My mind wandered to our full trunk of Christmas presents and the two bottles of French wine I had just purchased, maybe the wine would get us both into the mood… My eyes were on Gina and then...“Oh Shit.” I yelled out.The car in front of me in. I smiled wickedly again as I wrapped my lips around the head and made him disappear into my mouth inch by throbbing inch until I had deep throated his mature cock.“Shit! My wife hasn’t done that in a long time.” his hand reached for my head and began to guide my mouth up and down his length. At first he was slow and gentle but building in speed and intensity, driving himself deeper and deeper down my throat. At one point I held him in deep, his cockhead in my throat as I started to gulp,.