Now, to bring you up to date with things. My name is Tim, and I am forty two years old. Not bad physical shape, but probably ten pounds over weight, b...t with decent muscle tone. A touch of grey in my dark brown hair. I stand about six one, and weigh in at about two ten. I have been married for twenty two years, and have just the one son. Ben is studying to be a doctor. Me I am an accountant.My wife is thirty nine, and about ten years ago, it should be right on ten years, as she was twenty nine,. I open my mouth, stuck out my tongue and his cock slapped against it. “Yeah, take that dick,” he said, gritting his teeth. At this point I could barely see his face, for his balls were dangling above my eyes. He slid back slightly and tilted my head back as he pushed his cock into my mouth. After a few shallow thrusts he pulled back and began to stroke his cock, leaving just the head of his dick to smack against my lips. I licked circles around the ridge of his circumcised head making him. But it was never her.By Friday morning, driving to her home with his sales pitch, he wasspeeding and dodging traffic.2/Before that, though, he had to fight - and repeatedly fail - to beat theurge to wear her gorgeous, soft lingerie. Even when he'd dressedregularly when he was younger, he'd never worn anything so exquisite.The morning after meeting her, after hand-washing the luxurious clothingto remove any marks of his cum, he merely held them again. Touched themto his cheek. He didn't dare. ”Yesterday I was at my local Supermarket buying a large bag of Winalot dog food for my loyal pet and was in the checkout queue when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.What did she think I had, an elephant? So, since I’m retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn’t have a dog, I was starting the Winalot Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn’t, because I ended up in hospital last time. I’d lost 2 stone before I woke up in intensive care with tubes coming out of.