The man the girls called Mr. Jenkins had showed more compassion in the last few minutes than Robbie ever did. He was the kind of father her daughters ...eeded."I'm Andres Zucher," spoke a man who took her hand softly. "I work for Samuel Cassell."Who this Samuel Cassell might be, Joyce had no idea. From Andres' tone, he was a high muckity-muck. "I'm Joyce Moore." I've arranged to speak with you." Still holding her hand, he looked directly into her eyes. "You've been making these gestures." With. Get that dick in my ass." he said. my hands ran up his body, holding onto him as I thrusted into him, slowly and repeatedly until I was a good length inside of him. he looked forward, both hands on the shed again as he let out a loud, "Fuck! Fuck yes!" my hands held his hips as I thrusted into him, faster and faster until I was able to comfortably fuck him. Both of us moaning now as the clapping sound of our bodies echoed throughout his back yard. "Does that feel good? Doe my ass feel good on. *My name is John. I live happily with my wife Catherine in Australia. I love her passionately. Both of us are in our seventies now and have three grown-up children. We are, outwardly at least, a normal, everyday couple.But it wasn’t always like this. When we were much younger, for four years I shared my wife with another man.It was a period in our lives that I remember vividly and fondly. This is the first time I have told our story to anyone. It has been both painful and arousing to confess. As my own laughter died down I gave her a quick hug then pulled back. Jolie looked into my eyes at that moment and tightened her embrace pulling her face close to mine."I'm sorry if this is wrong but."She planted her lips on mine and startled I froze. She stopped quickly and stammered."Sorry mate, I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me."I stared at Jolie for a moment then reached for her and said."No, don't apologize for anything except maybe stopping so soon.'I put my lips to hers.