..menopause. I still wanted to have a sexual outlet; and if my wife was no longer interested in sex, then I had to do something about that for myself!...I told myself that I wasn't out fucking some other woman. I was being 'faithful' to my wife, at least in that regard. I told myself that Bob was not a threat to her. She was still my wife. I still loved her. What Bob wanted from me was not some sort of pledge of fealty. All he wanted was my sperm! So, since I wasn't planning on using it anywhere. Those watching looked at me and then at the hedge of thorns expecting it to vanish instantly. That didn't happen, but after a minute the hedge had shrunk below the second floor level of the hotel and was continuing to shrink. After four minutes it was only three feet high and continued to shrink. After a bit more than five minutes, the hedge had completely disappeared, and there were no signs that it had ever been there. Those observing just stood there and stared, not quite believing their. I remember vague images and movements after that. It all became a blur of her mouth inching down upon my shaft slowly. Her tongue tracing the veins throbbing along my hardened member as her throat accepted more and more. The way those robin’s egg blue eyes were staring up at me. The sunlight shining softly through her long dark hair, I ran my hands through it slowly and then came my big moment. I came. I shot my load hard; it shot out like a bullet in long streams into her mouth. I felt it pool. I felt so bad for her. She was afraid, nearly panicked… but I was determined to not interfere. Besides, I was loving every minute of her abuse. As Ken again tried to push his cock into Melissas anus he whispered: Push outward Baby… come on now, open up for me… push harder. he whispered, and apparently Melissa was listening because I could see her soft belly tighten as she began to push, and I could see her little asshole begin to swell outward. Push harder Honey… push harder. Ken hissed. Oh.