.again.......again the contractions come, wave after wave seaming without end. I never had an orgasm that lasted this long and, again....again...aga...n... It may never stop again... again the prostate contracts I nearly pass out! I'm totally spent I must have pumped out 2or3 oz. I have never cum so hard. To top it all off I get a nice vaginal hug at the end just to make sure I gave her all I had. I did not notice if she came, normally I try to take note of these things but I was too lost in. Let me show you really how to fuck me. I have to do everything myself. Your good but you could do better. Now lie on your back trucker fucker. Your my bitch. Got it. That a good bitch. Hold your cock for me. Don't touch me. Put your hands to your side. Don't move." she said.I was on my back. She stood on the picnic table over me. She looked down to see my hard cock standing straight up. She lowered herself on my cock. She put my hands under her thighs. She put her tight pussy down my long. Of course my hands weren't that big at my age anyway. I just stroked it up and down like he showed me and sat there enjoying this new feeling.The man then stood me up and let me kneel at the coffee table with my ass in his clear view. He was stroking my cock with one hand and then started feeling around my ass hole. His finger was probing the hole once in a while and pushing in. he then got something out of his pocket. It looked like a tube of something. He squeesed a bit onto his finger and. Evans normally drank milk stout but was happy to indulge in the alternative alcohol I supplied as a refreshing change.The fish dish, as promised, was exceptional. It was served on a bed of colcannon, and Irish mash dish made from potatoes, cabbage, leeks, and cream.I couldn’t help thinking about my former life and how I wasn’t missing it in the slightest. Evans was a breath of fresh air. My former existence had consisted of materialistic stuck up queens wallowing in their shallow and.