We talked a lot between rides especially given the long queues for the more spectacular ones, mainly about school and football, though she did quiz me...on how much I missed her Mum and whether I would ever love another woman as much. I answered as honestly as I could, even when my teenage little girl pushed me about missing the sexual side. As for loving another, I told her I doubted it but I had seen other people lose a beloved spouse and eventually find love again, so couldn't rule it out. I understood her situation and I planned to give her a surprise visit and make her happy . then I purchased cakes and on 24 morning I went to her house on 10 am. From outside I saw whether she is there or not. I heard the noise and she came out. she was dressed in pink coloured Saree with yellow blouse. It was awesome for her . then she went inside and I opened the door without knowing to her . The house remained silent . Then I kept the cakes in the hall and I went inside . she was busy in her. . a head covered in thick, wavy, well-coiffed, brunette hair. A head with a hairy, male hand on top that was holding it steady whilst a cock was being sucked into the mouth that lay beneath the hair.Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Was I angry? No, I wasn’t, I was aroused!I slipped the zip on my jeans as well and reached my left hand into my tight black shorts. My fingers slipped over the near fully erect skin of my cock to my foreskin where I encountered slippery, now cold, precum in the folds of. After five years, I figured his love for me had faded. We arrived at the park and I climbed out of the car to meet him standing there with his hand outstretched to me. I stood up and tripped over my left foot (I am so clumsy) and fell into his arms. I could feel his heart pounding. His body was so warm and welcoming. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he coughed and stood back. He grabbed and held my hand as we walked over to the swings. ‘Layna, I have noticed a sudden,’he paused as.