I told to turn around and ride it backwards. That way I can watch her pussy lips grip my cock. Man what a turn on. “I want it dog style,” she s...id as she dismounted me. So I turned her around and I got out of bed and pulled her to me and start to pound away. As I fucked her that way, I also gave her sexy ass a spank. She flinched but did not say anything. I started to play with her star hole, gently rubbing it and probing it with my finger, as my cock pounded away at her pussy. I had some. I had slightly dark circles beneath my eyes, but they’d go away. There was something about my reflection in the mirror. For the first time in years, it matched the way I thought about myself. Unless I was actually looking in a mirror, I felt ageless. I still thought of myself as a seventeen-year-old but was trapped in a fat, aging body that didn’t get out much. But the crows’ feet that reminded me of my age on most mornings were gone. Smooth. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw. And she had thrown a tantrum worthy of the very worst spoilt teen, because he had dared to be nice to her and want a cuddle when she had a strop on and wanted all the attention. She thought of that long drive through the spring rain, seven days after Brian’s birthday, which was… Fucking hell, it was two years ago, to the day. No wonder he’d sat close to her all night and had tried to be nice and make conversation and all she could do was remind him so visibly and so often of his beloved. Each daybreak he awoke to gaze into the eyes of the 26 year old girl he fell in love with and married so long ago. Looking at her now he finally saw all those years and the toll it had taken on her. Perspective also has a way of tempering the past when you look back. Theirs had been as close to a fairy tale as you could hope for. There had been bumps, some bigger than others. Any time he had hurt her feelings she had forgiven him, he had never forgiven himself. They rarely fought, and when they.