I had a c-cup rack, maybe that really made me look sexy as far as he was concerned. “I fucking love you Will,” I said. “I motherfucking love you...too mom,” Will replied. Then we kissed once again and we both turned over. I leaned up and rode him cowgirl style. He grabbed onto my tits and squeezed them gently. We were both breathing in and out slowly and I think he was having trouble holding his load already. I started bouncing up and down just daring him to shoot. I knew we'd both love him. He hadn’t smoked weed since the weekend, so he wasn’t high. And he generally didn’t hallucinate, so he didn’t think he was psychotic. He looked around his dorm room and focused on a pile of clean clothes that had been sitting in his laundry basket for a couple of days.“Would you mind folding those clothes?”The elderly man walked over to the pile, picked up a wrinkled blue t-shirt, and carefully folded it.“Jesus,” Mark said. “Are you a genie or a maid?”The elderly man looked back quietly.Mark. The only variable was whether she swallowed his load. Sometimes he came on her tits instead, but she always sucked him to climax. Their love was unshaken, even enhanced by the trysts. The men meant nothing to her except as a means to an end. She felt pleasure when she was with them, nearly always had an orgasm with them, but nothing else. She loved Robert, she always did. The sex with other men was what Robert wanted, so she did it for him out of love. It was satisfying for both of them, until. Still wet, she pushed my slippery body onto the vinyl massage bed. Kneeling down on the ground, she spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy, hungrily eating it, lapping my lips and sucking my juices. After she got me hot and bothered, sucking my clit, she came up for air and sat down next to me on the bed, facing me. "Look, my cunt is throbbing," she said, opening her legs to reveal a pussy that was lightly topped with curly, but neat, pubic hair. Her outer lips were pudgy, like her.