She laughed. "I have found your prostate gland." She began rocking her hand back and forth faster and faster. I didn't last long. The orgasm seemed to...erupt from my very core. Without being touched, my cock began to spurt on my stomach and chest. I cried out in the joy and shock of the mind shattering orgasm that course through my entire body. I lay there shaking.After few moments to recover, I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me. She looked radiant. I was impaled on the hand of a. ‘But I love you, Ivan. I love the boy you are, my gorgeous Welshman – do you not love me?’ He felt all the time, as she held him so close, as she put her arms around him and hugged him like he was a Teddy Bear or something – and then more deep searching kisses tormenting his soul, his arousal becoming even more distinct. ‘Mmm, Ivan Jones, you do love me,’ she was knowledgeable enough to realise that as her elbow touched him there whist she hugged him. Ivan gulped. So this is how it was with a. I was giving up hope thinking that her meeting had run long or worse she had decided not to meet. I was sipping my bourbon deciding on what to do next. Then I saw her.She walked into the bar and she owned it. All heads turned to gawk at her. She had on a deep burgundy suit. This played perfectly with her copper hair. Deep lipstick accented her emerald eyes. A white satin blouse was unbuttoned down to show her deep cleavage. What ever bra she had on was an engineering marvel. A string of pearls. My heart was beating fast and I suspect he was eager to strike a deal.“I have lots of photos of my ex-wife,” he said. “She’s a beauty with great tits. I think you’d like her.”“Okay then,” I said. “I’ll be here same time on Wednesday. Let’s bring a couple of pictures and if you like what I’ve got, see where it goes.”“Good,” he said. “And I’d like to talk about the girls, too. You know, what kind of sex they like, what they do best. Okay?”“I like that, too.”On Wednesday, he walked over while I.