She drooled so much saliva down her chin so that it dripped on her chest and slid down her flat stomach. The gagging and grunting sounded almost like ... rooting hog. It wasn't romantic, but then this wasn't about romance. It was obvious she wasn't trying to prolong my pleasure. There was no teasing me and then backing off. Abby was hell-bent on sucking me off as fast as she possibly could. Maybe she figured this old man wouldn't be able to get it up again, I don't know, but I wasn't going to. My son must have been doing a good job, because she was starting to squirm, and had a glazed look in her eyes. Now I can teach her the art of sucking cock. I dropped my pants to the floor, and she just looked at the big bulge in my under pants, I told her to rub my cock and she did. Her little hand went to work on the material of my under pants , that was feeling great, but my cock wanted more! So I pulled down my under pants and my 7-inch cock sprung out, and stood straight up. She just. He put his trench coat back on and they headed back to her house. He carried the basket for her and held her hand in his as they walked the old path back through the woods."I just want to run a hot bath when I get home and soak for hours!" she said. "I'm cold, miserable and sore." I'm so sorry about the way things turned out tonight," he said, his head clearer now, the wine wearing off. The side of his head hurting still, but it wasn't as bad as it had looked."We'll take care of that head,. Theywent and sat on the sofa and, at his suggestion, she poured them each aglass of red wine.Dave, meanwhile, was in shock. He didn't know where he was. There wasthe smell of leather all around him, along with some flowery scents likeperfume or powder. He could hear his wife talking to her ex-lover, butwhen Dave tried to move or speak, nothing happened. All he could see wasa thin line of light in front of him. Then he heard Tabby coming closer.Thank goodness. If he had fallen and hit his.