The precum from my dick was already oozing everywhere. My briefs already had a wet stain. Joe looked at my uncut cock and gently pulled the hood back ...evealing my glistening cock head. And in one awesome move he deep throated my dick all the way down to my pubes! He grabbed my ass and began forcing my dick back and forth in and out of his mouth. My low hanging balls were slapping his chin--making a distinct sound. "HOLY SHIT you know how to blow a guy" I told Joe. I could tell I wasn't his. Each one that I pop off makes itown little zinging addition to the wonderful sensations already swirlingaround his body. For his part, he begins to caress my breasts andnipples. I've left just enough slack in his bindings for him to dothat. I do love having my tits played with.After a good long while of this, I begin to pick up the pace of myfucking my man. I always have to choose my heels carefully for this asI put a lot of pressure on them as I buck into him. Breaking a heel nowcould be. For once, thesudden silence that filled the room wasn't much better. Still tryingto gather his wits, he stumbled and waddled out of his bedroom towardhis kitchen - even as remnants of his dream still played thorough hishead. He hated nights when he couldn't sleep. He hated the morningsafter even more. Fortunately, he was usually a very sound sleeper soit didn't happen often.As he entered the kitchen, he began looking on the counter for hernote... but he didn't see one. Had she left one? . But she didn’t have the energy for some reason. She couldn’t do this herself tonight. She imagined what it would be like to have someone else do it for her. She sighed. And she pulled her finger up to her face, and smelled her own arousal. And then she dipped her finger between her lips and tasted herself.“His lips. His tongue. Does he want to know what I taste like?” she wondered. “He hasn’t seen me in decades. Would he even want me now? Would he want to know what my pussy feels like when I.