I was in ecstasy. After not fucking my wife for an entire week her pussy had tightened up and I felt as if I was fucking a virgin. I thrust hard and f...st, deep and faster still. It was like new pussy gripping my dick and sucking me in deep. So deep. “No, no, no, no,” I thought I heard her whispering. But I was so caught up in how good, how tight, how different her pussy was that I gave hr words no real attention. I just kept on pumping and pumping my dick into her, fully indulging in her creamy. In the past, she had always refused to remain on the back lines, always wanting to be at the heart of any battle so that she could fight alongside the men that she asked to risk their lives for her. As a result, she felt connected to her troops; concerned for their wellbeing, and appreciative of the dangers they faced on her behalf. But for some reason, these men meant very little to her – it was as if they were someone else's army and she had simply been leading them because she had to. But. Musty wasn't really the right word, and neither was stale. It just tasted kind of... old. Like, everyone compares pussy to eating a peach or something, but it was more like if the peaches had been canned and then maybe sat in a basement for a couple years longer than they should've. Like it wasn't bad, but something was a little off, you know?Still, I didn't gag or anything, just set to work because that's what Fiona wanted me to do. She moaned when I started licking along her slit and. Something to look forward to. I didn't know if he knew, but I didn't care. He was the reason my marriage had split up.So here I was delivering my last few letters. I had deliberately left this road last. I had received a few little presents and vouchers from some of the nice people I delivered to, and I suspected Olivia would have something for me.She was lovely. She was about 46, two decades younger than me, but was sexy as hell. Her hair color changed with the weather, but she had fabulous.