She opened the door, and greeted me with a big hug that seemed to last for ages, and she kissed my cheek. Her cheek was warm and soft. I had my arms a...ound her waist, and we stood there, just for a few seconds. I could feel the tension growing as she invited me in.We sat there talking for an hour about her husband, and how drink has replaced love, and how she doesn't feel wanted. She offered me a drink, and came back from the kitchen a short while later with a large JD and coke, and bought. I found out that she was apparently very experience in oral sex, but had never received it back. She loved her husband, but was upset at the fact that her husband only did two things, doggy, and missionary. Sandy said that while she would like this to be ongoing , and she wanted to catch up on a whole lot of experimenting later on, she had just one fantasy for the first meeting. She said that since she felt she had been a piece of property for 41 years, why not take it one step further.. I would find out later that this was called the missionary position: me stretched out above her, our faces together, my cock in her twat, my chest mashing her tits flat. In and out I stroked, taking time when I reached bottom to rock back and forth so that my cock would waggle inside her body.She seemed to like it, murmuring things like, "Oh, yeah, Kevin, do it again," and "Oh, fuck, that is good."Four times before my balls blew their load into her she arched her back, pushed her pussy up to. He immediately choked and spilled coffee everywhere in an attempt to put down his cup."So you have always been a klutz," she cackled with amusement as Nick tried to wipe the coffee stains on his sweats."You poisoned me, you old bitch," Nick hissed with as much venom in his voice as he could muster."Would you call it 'poison' Nikolai, if that concoction led to interesting partners and some of the best sex you've ever had," she spoke calmly."I can't control the pain; I can't masturbate. When the.