K introduced me to mechanical prostrate stimulation. Gloria was educated in the use of a thin mechanical prostrate probe. It provided intense sensatio...s of orgasms and copious cum oozing from my trapped cock. Strangely, each time I came Gloria was very careful to either attach the Cum Buster to suck up my cum or even attach a condom to the end of the sheath to catch the cum. It became a ritual for her to carefully collect and take away my cum. As if she were savoring my last bit of manliness.. "What... do... you... think?" She asks."Fuck yes!" I answer, still slamming her down around my cock and bucking my hips up to meet her."Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuucccck!" Maggie screams, clawing my shoulders as her pussy walls contract around my engorged cock. As she shakes and shivers in my arms, my cock erupts, spurting multiple loads of cum, deep inside her quivering pussy. Maggie rides out her orgasm and then lifts herself off my spent cock and collapses on the couch next to me. "Fuck!" She says.. And, in the end, I was." I made silent note of the fact that I was relating this story – all of it – in the past tense."I'm glad Fred Barton didn't tell me about this," said my wife. "It would have sounded much different than it did just now, coming from you." That was a very, very good call on his part," I agreed."You know what," Erin said slowly, still chewing on the tale, but beginning to digest it. "Reading between the lines here, I think she had feelings for you."I managed a slight laugh.. I think it took me all of about thirty minutes to mow and do some edging. Afterwards, I stepped on to the patio area and surveyed the pool. I was hot and sweaty, so I stripped down to my underwear and then slipped into the pool, which was a bit chilly at first, but felt good.I sat on one of the chase lounge chairs on the deck, sun drying myself, afterwards. The pool was rather secluded, but faced the golf course, so I was careful to not make myself too obvious.My routine went on like this for.