"Get control of yourself!" he scolded himself.He was trying, but seeing Lydia last night had been a shock. She had always been pretty, but she was li...e a kid sister to him..... Well, she definitely wasn't a kid anymore. She had the kind of body that he fantasized about. He loved a woman who was soft and supple and had some substance to her body. Something he could hold onto in the throes of passion and cuddle with afterward. And he had talked to her last night. She was smart and funny. . You wrap your tiny arms around my neck and press your lips to my throat, nibbling and kissing me in this sensitive, soft area...but I don't carry you far...I set your bare ass on the kitchen counter. You squeal as your tiny ass hits the cold tile, but your legs spread naturally allowing me inside...I push my underwear down letting my cock free, your eyes stare at your daddy's cock as I take it in my hand and press the tip to your wet lips...I slide the shaft up, the head of my cock spreading. I had my children. I had my career. I had time for myself and my hobbies.I was happy. I can say without reservation that even before I met Carrie, I was happy.But I can say with equal certainty that I was happier after I met her — far happier. In a couple short weeks, Carrie became the other half of my life. I finally understood what my father and my mother felt when they looked at the other. I finally knew what people meant when they talked about soul mates. One look, one simple glance, was. ...in my head im like wat say no more "lemme take a shower an im on my way" so i give the penis a good scrubbing and jump in the car an head there she lives a little far so it takes like 50 mins but right when i get there she hops in the car and we start making out and im feeling and sqweezing her massize 44DDDs i know shes wet like crazy so i tell her to hop in the back so i can eat that phat pussy of hers i barely finish the sentence an shes in the back seat with her shorts off an i lean.