He says he is going to be home late from work again. I just finished putting dinner on the table.I sit there and eat alone, having a glass of dark red...wine. I know he’s fucking someone now. I take off my pants and start fingering my pussy as I finish eating alone. That bastard.It is a couple of hours later when I hear him come in the door. The food has been in the refrigerator for a while. I am lying in bed naked. I can hear him rummaging around. He gets a beer out of the fridge and starts. It was quite obvious in my attire. I showed up in black pants and a black tank top with a bottle of Jameson. Her place was decorated in a retro chic Austin Powers type of way. It was quite flattering. She had a white piano as well. She smoked way too many cigarettes and her place smelled like she was in denial of that fact. I wasn't. She flirted and asked why I bothered with dinner with her with myself looking so fine. I honestly wanted some mature pussy and we'd hit it off enough via chat. I. Catherine lay on her back staring at the ceiling pondering a rich array of extraordinary sounds she made when an orgasm collapsed around her. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal and it lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken. She felt she would do anything to continue to be fucked by them.At the very moment Jeannie was thinking these thoughts, Fatty drove every inch of his fat prick down to her throat and let her have it. He pissed a hot stream of semen down her gullet. She sucked and gulped and swallowed his thick creamy cum, not letting a drop of it escape. He emptied his balls down her throat.The fact that Fatty was fat and ugly and Dink wasn’t too attractive himself didn’t matter to her. In fact, it.