I'm not trying to sweep this thing under therug. But," he said, some hesitancy in his voice, "correct me if I'mwrong, but it's not like you've just b...en told you have days to live, orthat you have cancer or AIDS or something horrible and untreatable.Right?"I nodded, hesitantly."So, maybe you've got a condition that's a bit unusual, a bit out of theordinary, but then again, who doesn't?"I looked up at him."You don't," I answered.He shook his head."You don't know jack about me, Squirt."I was. He walked with me to my car and we drive to my house, as so as we got in Mike was ready to strip off for some serious fucking, he stripped down to his ragged underpants and sat in lounge on the settee and began playing with his cock. I quickly went to the bedroom and put on my sexiest undies and returned to the lounge, I invited him to the bedroom when I lay on bed he virtually ripped my panties off then drove his cock deep inside me, let's see what a Nancy boy’s cunt can do for me, by now I. She wore dangling earbobs of gold and several heavy, gold bracelets.She also had a body that would make a saint weep, nothing but meaty curves that rolled when in motion and a stately posture that thrust out her hard-nippled chest and would have made a Greek or Roman statue proud. She was obviously accustomed to being in command, especially of men, and of being admired and obeyed. She was wearing a dark green gown, silk I suppose, flapping open at her impressive forward works, tied just below. Luckily the snow was not sticking to the pavement. I thought to myself, ‘Happy Birthday’ I headed for the club where I was supposed to meet Sara. I was looking forward to dancing close, real close. I was also thinking about later, after dancing. My mind took me to three nights ago, the first time we fucked. She was 6 years younger and had a body to die for. She had taken me by surprise. I had just gotten home from work and taken a shower. I put sweats on and was relaxing a little before bed.