I’ve been to parties at his house and we would get drinks together on occasion. “Towel?” he held up a small white towel.“Thanks. Yeah I guess ...is urge was greater than his stamina.” I giggled and cleaned the cum from my tits.“What a shame.” “Well maybe you can last long enough to get me off?” I was shocked that I actually said this. This man was a friend of mine….or at least he was in my previous life. My mind and my pussy were having conflicting thoughts with my pussy winning out. “You sure. I knew, without any doubt, where this cock of mine was headed. And I thanked the Lord that, although I’m nearly an Old Man, it was still in good working order. Well, let’s be honest, it hadn’t exactly been over-used. Hands swilled under warm water and dried, I headed for the bedroom. The door was ajar and I pushed it open to find… Gaynor in bed, facing me, head propped on her right hand and the duvet pulled up and tucked into her left armpit. The duvet cover and sheets were black but the. "Sorry for the system error," Nancy said, standoffish.I sighed, glancing at the tickets, I had an hour kill before my flight and spending that time with Nancy, maybe in a cozy bathroom stall, would have been nice. After I had spent three years in a female Warlock's harem thirty years ago, I had grown fond of women. The many different shapes their breasts could take, or the curves of her hips and ass, and all the different shapes and sizes a woman's labia could form. I licked my lips, thinking. It belonged to the Gwen of old. Now that shehad stolen her identity - her belongings were now his, naturally. Andso were the white with pink lace bras and panties she was currentlywearing under it. She was the kind of girl who loved putting on sexyunderwear - so was Gregory Welton.The former homosexual also loved to cook and being the new owner tosuch fine cooking space, he was absolutely stoked. Those were not theonly thing 'Gwen' had been exciting about as she looked over.