His life was all wrong. In death we are finally comfortable with being alone. He wanted to be fully clothed when the hotel staff found him. How embarr...ssing it would be to have his stark, naked body hanging from the showerhead. He dressed slowly, and afterwards checked himself in the mirror. He scarcely believed what he saw: a man at one time on top of the world reduced to a sickly shape, his hair tangled, his face unshaven, his body flabby, his stomach hanging over his waistline. The sooner he. ’ You take my hand. We walk home together. It will be a very warm night. ——————– I can feel you trembling. Your hands are against the big tall old Victorian mirror in the front hall and my left hand is on the small of your back holding you gently in place – just off balance so you can’t easily move. You took off your backpack when we stepped inside. I caught you off guard just right and pushed you softly but inexorably forward to where you are now suddenly but pleasantly at my whim. You can see. It took her a few more strokes before her knees squeezed his sides. She sat motionless for a few moments getting adjusted to his size. She leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders as he took ahold of her hips. They fucked like this for over twenty minutes before he rolled her over. Her legs hung helpless as he did his absolute best to ruin her pussy. Her hands rapped around his neck and she whimpered constantly. This stud fucked my wife's hot cunt for over an hour before I saw his ass. "Up, baby," I whispered.Alba slid herself further up on the blanket; I joined her on the table and knelt between Alba's toned thighs.I ran my fingers up from her ankles, over her calves and thighs. I stroked her inner thighs with my fingertips; Alba gasped with desire. I slipped my arms under each of her legs so that her knees were resting in the crook of my arms and leaned over her. The helpful hands of one of my other girls held my hard cock steady. Alba and I looked at each other, willing.