Sarah had started to generate her first of what I hoped would be several climaxes before we finished. I figured that I had shot so much stuff into Haz...l that I would not be in much of a hurry to dump another load. Sarah climbed faster to a climax than I had ever before experienced, and it was a very good one. Her hyperventilating and thrashing around told me that. She also held the orgasm for longer than the younger women did, why I don't know.Sarah also came down rather quickly, but started. I approached the desk and spoke quietly to the receptionist, “Miss Sara Smith is staying here, and do you have a room number please?” “Certainly Sir, its room 305…do you wish me to call her”…”No I will surprise her, it’s been a long time since we have seen each other2 I joked.I made my way to lift and pressed for the third floor, the doors closed and I checked my look in the fully mirrored enclosure of the elevator…I guess I didn’t look bad for my age, I was well built, slightly tanned but the. Jesus you didn’t cry this much when my dad died.”“I know, I know and I’m sorry.” I say, wiping away some of the tears that will not stop flowing.“Well I’m not staying here to listen to you blubber all night.”Noisily she pushes her chair back and leaves me sitting alone with my inexplicable misery, I’m still sitting, staring at my dinner, a half hour later when I hear the front door slam shut.I start to pull my thoughts back and begin to wonder what the hell just happened? Why was she not. Since this entire night is really turning into a fantasy turned into reality, why not see how far I could take it. With my cock now perfectly lubed with Karen's juice, I pulled out and placed my cock head against her poop chute. Using both hands to spread her ass cheeks, I applied a gentle pressure and inserted the head into her ass. I heard a distinct “ooohhh” from Karen as I did so.I continued my rectal exam on my wife's friends ass. Slow but deep. Slow but deep. I continued to pound her.