The usual collection of losers and Jackals included married men pretending to be single, single men trying to pretend to be cool or hip, or sensitive,...or whatever they had read in Vogue this week. Sluts trying to play hard to get, mixed with middle aged desperation trying to find someone to address their own personal biological clock. Sherri knew something was missing, and she was searching for it, or more precisely, him. She had tried online dating, and that was the most dismal of all. Life filled her eyes as she caught her breath but her hands never drift from her head and she continued to stay on her knees. Slave knows her place.“Did you like that feeling slave? Knowing you might choke to death on your masters dick?”“Yes master.” She replied.“What a good little whore.” He praised.Without further warning, he resumed fucking himself in and out of her face. He had always loved the sight of his pink dick disappearing into her ebony face. He continued to look in to her eyes. I would have bet my life that Millie had never been unfaithful to me, but she was used to receiving the attention that beautiful women take for granted and when she perceived that she wasn't getting that attention any more it bothered her. It bothered her big time. She lost confidence in herself and that caused some changes in her. The biggest being that she seemed to lose all interest in sex. This of course had a major impact on me. Even at the age of forty-seven I enjoyed making love to. Mera garam lund usey apne jangho k beech mehsus ho raha tha. Muhje darr lag raha tha par usey koi khaas problem nahi ho rahi thi.Aparna- Tum bade bhole ho.Main- kyun? Mujhe kya karna chaiye?Aparna ne mere haath leke apne Jangho pe rakhwa liye aur kahi- “Inhe mehsus kyu nahi karte.” Maine bhi haath pherna shuru kar diya. Dheere dheere wo bhi apne jangho se mere lund ko ghasne lagi. Maine uske paseene wale bahon ko chuma aur apna haath uske skirt se aur andar lene lag. Maza shuru hi hua tha ki.