I truly loved Janet and probably would still take her back today. Now at 35, my love life is still pretty lame even though I am considered good lookin.... I am just not a very good conversationalist. It had been at least 6 months since my last sexual encounter, a bar slut who I'd rather forget. It was Friday night, my poker night over at Stu's house. I was doing pretty good, both in my beer drinking and card playing. At 12:30, Stu's wife came out wearing a tight fitting tank top and high cut. One day she told us she had found a job with an excellent chance of advancement and her mother was very pleased. I overheard her saying that she would be working with a lot of black people but they were very friendly and more than willing to help her with her new job. I had my doubts but I was just wanting her to repay me for the funds I had loaned to her.She lived in a small house that I owned and after she started working, I found that she never got home until about 5 or 6 hours after she. She starts pulsing and reaches down with one hand to grab his hair, holding him against her. Yelling with pleasure, she cums really hard, riding his mouth as she pulses again and again. The third orgasm is always the best one, but it makes her very swollen and sensitive. She finally lets go of his hair and rises up on her knees above him, her pussy glistening.Looking down, she can see his whole face now that she wasn't sitting on it. The lower half of his face is shiny with her juices, and he's. I wanted to do so much more than just kiss her, but I want to wait until she gives me the go ahead. I just hoped it was soon. I didn’t know how long I could wait; I had waited for her for so long already. I felt someone staring in my direction, so I turned to looked. I wasn’t the only one who wasn't paying attention to the lecture. Jacob wasn’t either. Instead, he had his gaze fixed on Jenny. Geez, how irritating! I should have just got up and punched him in his face, but that would've been.