He reached out and guided my head to his crotch and I parted my lips and accepted his man hood into my oral cavity. I blew my breath out around his sh...ft and head as I closed my lips around his penis. I sucked gently on his man hood nursing it pleasingly as I could till he pushed me off and said '...get on your hands an knees...' I turned around and spit on my fingers and rub it into my hung to act as lubricant, he knelt behind me and gripped my hips, I reached back and took hold of his rigid. I just dont understand why. For forty-seven I was in great shape. I ate healthy and I always kept myself well cleaned. Yet, my daughter was in my bedroom getting fucked beyond her limit by her dad, my husband. Emma and I had a great relationship. I remember from the time Emma was four, until ten, I would read her bed time stories and happily answered any questions that she had at the end before kissing her forehead and tucking her into bed. Emma loved to cook. By age twelve, she would help me. You broke away laughing and lept into the water. I dove after you feeling the water tug on my still hard cock. We met there holding each other closely as we spun around in the moonlight. You reached down and squeezed my cock knowing that I couldn't stand it much longer. As you pumped me up and down in your hand I felt your legs wrap around me. Knowing I couldn't take much more you guided me into your hot pussy. I pressed into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust to my girth. As we pressed. I made my way over to say hello, nervous of what he might be like for real. Turns out, had I only known how amazing he is, I probably would have died the moment my eyes met his.Shortly thereafter, we got serious. Simple days hanging out turned into dates with fireplaces and blankets and s’mores. Ok fine and sex. Lots of sex. Ok really not THAT much sex. We really didn’t hook up all that much. See that’s the thing that was so cool. Most relationships were built so heavily on the sex and us…sure.