It went on and on, spurt after spurt splattering against the roof of my mouth and tongue. His come was thick as though it had taken on the texture of ...is flesh. Unable to move, I had no choice but to swallow. And swallow. And swallow. When he finally released me, I fell back and caught the arm of the chair to steady myself. I rested my head against the chair and closed my eyes. When I opened them the illusion that that was all he would want vanished when his cock did not. Although it was not as. “Hey Jackie, come in, come in, it’s freezing,” I said. She stepped inside, her cheeks and nose already a bit red.“Thank you,” she said. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything? I just wanted to bring by some of your mail that was accidently left at our place.” I replied “No, not interrupting at all, and thank you for bringing it over! Anna actually had to go to work, so it’s just me, relaxing with a few drinks. How are you doing? Are you heading out later?” As I asked those last questions, I. Neither of us really knows what to say, but you look fabulous in your swing skirt and I’m in a tank top. We’re both thinking … we should just say hi and keep on walking, but we can’t take our eyes off each other. You just look great. I can’t speak for you but it feels just as if we had never stopped, all those feelings of longing, just rush back in and overwhelm us. There are a couple tables by the hot food counter and we stumble over there, we mumble a few meaningless nonsensical. Then came the long hours of our work, and forming the company, it was no surprise we had no children.I was just never a sexual person, but I felt was changing now.His first affair started at the time when the menopause hit me. I was fifty and had finished my menopause, and it knocked me for six. Within a couple of years, I felt my appearance had gone downhill. I aged and most definitely looked my age. It was like mother nature had taken away my womb and all the femininity I ever had, not that I.