Well, we fizzled out a while ago. I think we're hanging on now out of habit." Just the same," said Mike. "Let me know if there's anything I can do. It...s a damn cliché, I know, but if you need to talk or anything..."Jessie nodded, impatient with the small talk. She brightened for a moment, hearing the refrigerator behind the wet bar. "Do you have any Coke?" she asked."I do," he nodded. "No, no, let me get it," he said, rising from the leather chair behind his desk, before Jessie could. His penis was popping out of its sheath. Paul said “How about some with Khan?” Melissa knew this was coming she felt really embarrassed now and refused. Eventually after more prodding she agreed with the caveat he not snap her face. The poses were very mild. She stood next to Khan and bent over near him. He tried to grab her when she did this but she jumped up. Paul put down his phone made another drink. They sat and talked as Khan whined. Paul looked over and kissed her. He placed kisses on. Not the tapes - those were for her own benefit. But letting her suck me off - was that cheating on my wife?No, I quickly decided. After all, it wasn’t as though it was for nothing - I was giving her a lift home each day. I deserved something for my efforts. And if my wife did somehow find out and complain about it, I’d just tell her it was what I wanted, and she’d soon agree.As she should.With a satisfied nod, I tucked myself away, zipped up, and drove home.As I walked into my house, the main. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young, fruitful 30 year old. But it was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans, sighs, gasps, pants, cries, yells, whimpers, groans and hums were some of the most erotic sounds Id ever heard. Definitely on par with Mom. Her pussy was out of this world. The amount of control it had was devastating. It felt like it was living, breathing and squeezing in time with my thrusts. We both came after a solid 5 minutes.