Some times nibbling her nipples. Kissing her back. We could see all these in the mirror. That must have given her a kick. She was controlling the pace...and depth of her movement on my cock. It was amazing.Squeezing her tits and nibbling her hard nipples, i whispered, “hon, how do you like ****ing a man?”“oh dear, it’s great”, she murmured rocking her pussy up and down vigorously on my rock hard penis, “never imagined, i could **** a man”. We ****ed for what must be the loudest and most amazing. She thought man had a desperate need to produce instead of consume, create instead of devour, and these nervous fits of production and accomplishment resulted, with speed and with grace, this enormous complex called Manhattan, always expanding as exemplified by these buildings. She knew the baby Imam would never remember such a sight, but she held him to the window just in case.“This is our home,” she whispered into his ear.The journey lasted seventeen hours. Maryam and her husband, Queresh,. As I mentioned we lived in a nice neighborhood, although it was verymature by this time with all the children having grown up and left asours were. Somewhat interesting, most of our neighbors were singleladies, having lost their husbands to divorce or in some cases, an earlydemise. I was one of only a few guys still living with their wife inthis immediate area, having been married now some 45 years.The more interesting aspect of this situation was that this group ofneighborhood ladies, were. . your treat...”. She then kissed her way down my stomach with her breasts dragging over my chest and by the time I could feel her hot breath on my crotch, my cock was stiffly wagging about pointed straight up at the ceiling.She took the head of my cock into her lips and began sliding her mouth slowly up and down the length of my shaft. OH MY GOSH! How good it felt! I could not believe it! She was really doing what I had always dreamed of! I rubbed and stroked her back and her chubby ass.