Oh god yes! Turning in your arms I smile, shyly, as I catch my breath. Seconds later our lips are locked in a passion filled kiss. In the distance I h...ar a rumble, but my concentration is all on you. You pull me into your arms as the first large drops of rain begin to fall; quickly we run for shelter as the rain increases. A large tree provides us with some protection and you shield me with your body, but you are getting so wet. It feels so good to be in each other's arms, I don't think either. Her voice was raspy from having her throat crushed for so long.He grabbed the head of the brush and yanked it as hard as he could. Krissy fell backwards against the mirror with a look of orgasmic bliss as her bladder began to empty again. Marcus was unsure what to do at first. He ended up using a rinsing cup to catch as much of it as he could.When Krissy finished pissing he eyes returned from the back of her head. She was panting and rubbing her sore throat. She did not even ask where he got. The baby is getting fussy, so Jordan brings him over for a goodnight kiss and then puts him to bed.In what seems like the blink of an eye, Jordan is sitting beside her again. And they are quiet. She can feel Jordan looking at her, and knows that if she looks back, their eyes will meet and her strength will not hold up. She's been having this inner struggle for months and she has had a few too many close calls recently. She has felt her logic and any sensible part of her brain slowly dwindling. I confess to glancing frequently at her legs and cleavage. It was pleasant to see a woman of advanced years with legs and tits still in pretty good shape. It had been awhile since I'd been with a woman in her "silver years," and it was pleasant. We arrived at Buffy's hotel. I parked in a check-in spot, and escorted her to her room. Expecting to simply turn and retreat, Buffy asked if I'd like to come in for a drink. I protested a bit, indicating it was getting late. She smiled and said, "It's.