She was definitely inexperienced though because she didn’t seem to know what to do with her teeth or tongue. I took advantage of her inexperience by...shoving my cock further down her throat. She started struggling a little but didn’t ever pull away. What a trooper. I pulled out and let her breathe a little before plunging back in deeper than before. This time she tried to pull away, but I was too close to the edge to let her go.After a little more thrusting I pushed my entire cock down her. “You are such a goofball.”I beamed at him as his hard cock popped out, bobbing before me. The tip was growing dark with his arousal. Already precum beaded the tip. I licked my lips in hungry delight, grasping his dick with my right hand, the left sliding beneath my nightgown and pushing aside the panties I wore to sleep.I was hot and juicy, my silky pubic hair caressing my digits as I stroked up and down my vulva, touching my tight slit. I shuddered, teasing myself, digging into my plump folds. She was so different than Lynn, my wife of seven years, who had large beautiful breasts and perhaps a little too much ass. Janis also had far different sexual needs than my wife.Lynn wanted sex three or four times a month which often left me in the bathroom with a magazine and a tired arm. Janis, so Lynn told me, wanted sex with Richard every night. Often while I was taking care of business in the bathroom I would fantasize about Janis and how good it would be to have a wife who wanted sex as. " "No, Emma, you're not the first. While the stone protects you fromphysical injury, it doesn't prevent your aging," he replied. "My lastpartner died eighty-two years ago. She was sixty-five when she died, andwe had been together since she was sixteen. I maintained her beautyuntil the day she died." "Please, let me go. I don't want this," begged Emma. The idea of beingwith Mark for decades was too much to take. "I can't. The stone is part of you until you die. You can't harmyourself - or me.