‘Time to face the music Aimee,’ I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom. I wandered into the kitchen, knowing ...hat somebody, most likely Johnny, had made coffee. I was right. I made my way over to the pot, grabbing the creamer off the counter. ‘Well thats a little different from the dress last night. You sure its clean?’ I froze, plastered what I hoped was a normal smile on my face, and turned around. Johnny was sitting at the kitchen table in front of a. I pulled my skirt hem down as if in a bid to cover my legs and moved on. In the next two aisles he was notable by his absence, perhaps he'd gone...but no by the milk section I saw him, his eyes steadfastly fixed on me as I approached. I averted my gaze, my mouth was feeling dry. Was I being stupid, I was a 53yo woman , I'd seen men of every conceivable age, been intimate with them, why was this one man bothering me so much?Hurrying on I finished my shop, the mystery man stood and watched as I. He was torturing me with his slowness. I could feel his heart pounding and his harsh, labored breathing mix with mine. We laid still for several minutes as we regained our breath. Soon he was kissing and caressing me. His head went down to my cunt. His anxious tongue was doing its wonderful work and my plse was racing. I was humping and bucking wildly. My breaths were coming in gasping pants, my body damp with sthe perspiration of our passion. Suddenly, I let out a scream as an intense orgasm. With the other hand, he pulled her apart and let a soft breath escape. The cool mixed with the heat of her body almost sent her over the edge. His tongue lightly lapped up some of her juices and Ali grabbed a fistful of sheets. His licking began to increase in speed and her breathing was faster than ever. She was so close to coming, she just wanted to orgasm. As her body began climbing, Wyatt felt it. He pulled his hand off her stomach and stuck his first two fingers inside of her. That was.