When she finally comes, she squirts her juice into my mouth. I insert a finger feeling her contractions as I keep circling her clit with my tongue.Wh...n she recovers she sits up a kisses me whilst holding my sodden penis with her hand. I pull her top over her head and take her bra off, rubbing her pert nipples. She has other ideas, she rolls over onto all fours and lies down with her pussy in the air. The sight of her pantyhose clad legs and gaping pussy is unbearable, I want to be deep. ’ I laughed nervously. ‘Well, I’m not really a ‘somebody’s girl’ kinda girl.’ ‘What do you mean?’ He leaned back on the bed casually and looked at me with interest. ‘Well- I hope this doesn’t weird you out or anything, but I’m already in a relationship. An open relationship.’ ‘So you’re old man knows you’re here with me, and doesn’t care?’ ‘Well, it’s more like- my old lady.’ ‘No way! I never would have pegged you for bi.’ ‘I don’t consider myself bi- just open-minded. Anyway, it was my. On the other I faced revival and dice. What do I mean ‘dice’? Easy… it would be a roll of the dice, considering whether to go down this road or not, and the resulting benefits or consequences. My inner fire was running low on fuel. Suck me! This just wouldn’t do. I needed something, someone to reignite my thruster. I needed a muse to reenergize my creative spirit. Besides, my self pleasuring and fantasies were getting to be the only intimacy I knew anymore. Oh I could wander my paw, taking my. Sex with her was pretty ordinary and I could tell she wasn’t really into it that much because she was mostly a bookworm. She left college after our freshman year and didn’t return. Her high school sweetheart swept her off her feet that summer and they ended up getting married. I myself have never been married and really enjoyed playing the field so to speak over the years. I have a 53-year old lover that is fantastic in bed but we don’t date or fuck exclusively, however, we do spend a lot of.