“She’s my ex-wife. She took to drinking right after we divorced seven years ago, and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.”“My goodness!” sa...s the wife. “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”An elderly man in Florida had owned a large farm for several years. He had a large pond in the back, fixed up nice picnic tables, Horseshoe courts, and some orange and grapefruit trees.The pond was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming when it was built.One evening the old farmer. Now I had to make up my mind."That's how it is, Keith! My sweet disloyal husband! Your decision! You want this marriage to continue, we can get past this ... this thing you've done to me. To us. But you'll have to agree to one or the other. No more argument, no more floppy-eared, doggy-eyed pleading that you're so very sorry and it won't happen again and it was only sex and meant nothing, and so on. No alternative proposals, no stalling. Either we go to the Club for dinner and you sit there and. Her vagina was a vice grip of succulent warmth and somehow seemed to pull me in like it was trying to consume my entire shaft. I held firm in the depths of Mandy’s vagina where I could literally feel the blood from her heart pumping a glorious backbeat of mortal sin. The head of my cock was throbbing, softly pressing against Mandy’s cervix. For a moment, I thought I might cum because her pussy felt like a fleeting glimpse of heaven lost. Gathering my faculties, I slid my cock almost all the way. ‘A little better than just OK,’ I assured him, my second orgasm was starting to build already. It seemed that shy, inexperienced Nathan was a naturally good lover – not because he had a lot of fancy moves, but because his desire to give pleasure was so genuine. I felt honoured to be his first and hoped very much that I would also be his last. I had spent years getting to know him and falling in love with him, little by little, and now that the physical side was evidently just right between us.