"Trust me, dear, it works. It's much stronger, especially with your gorgeous legato. That old man knew more about writing music than both of us togeth...r, and he didn't just toss this off on a bad day. Try it, I bet you'll like it."So I did, and I did. As usual she was right and my young self had been completely wrong. It was nice to learn that my taste had matured enough to recognize that in the intervening years.We spent all of Sunday until about 5:00 in the afternoon on the big second-act. He’s had my back from day one. We have a new manager who I’ve never met or interacted with. He started sending me messages through my boss telling me I had to have certain FMLA paperwork in now or else.I took that as a direct threat and a dominance tactic. A boss is there to define your work, guide you in it’s execution, grade you on the quality of your performance and if necessary correct you up to and including termination of your employment. None of that, requires him to attempt to dominate. My hardened pipe began to flow my sperm laden jizz into her baby field, now rendered infertile due to the passage of time. (One great reason to have a middle-aged lover) I continued to stroke in and out until no more squirted out of me. I lay on top of her, supporting myself on my forearms and pressed my face against her neck. She panted with exhaustion, her warm exhales passing my ears...she tried to express her delight but the words wouldn't quite come out. Finally she communicated, “ I'm so. Three fingers were enough to start with, but she knew that her pussy could handle much more. Her back arched forward, and she threw her head back violently like she was being struck by lightning. Her mouth hung open, as she whined in pleasure. “Yes. Fuck yes. I needed this so bad.” she said outward, as she slowly forced her fingers in and out of her own slimy twat. She could now hear the gurgle and slosh of the motion in between her perfect fat thighs. Still, it wasn’t enough. Her hand was.