“How are things in your house?”“They’re good,” Rachel replied, hand-brushing back a lock of her thick black hair.I noted that I didn’t see...her out at Halloween.“I’m getting old,” Rachel replied.I laughed. Rachel wasn’t probably a day past thirty-something. I asked about Eric and she said he was “growing up too fast.” I agreed. She asked about my wife and I and our son.“Still married, by the luck of God,” I replied.“Good for you,” Rachel replied.I asked about Jim, Rachel’s husband.“We split up,”. . You know, naked." Strangely, or maybe not surprisingly, I noticed my loins beginning to swell as I recalled what I had seen."I wish we could have sex tonight," she continued nervously. She looked me in the eyes with that look and put her hand on my leg. "Nobody would know. And I'm a grown woman now, not a child. And I'm on BC. We all just used condoms for safety last night," she blurted out in rapid succesion to get it all out before I could interrupt."Oh God," I muttered. Ally was wearing. ..it always drools when I see him, because I know he will fuck me good. I arched my back, moaned softly, and pinched, rolled, and sucked my hardened nipples. It didn’t take me long to experience my first earth shattering climax. With his face shiny with my juices, he rose up and kissed me hard. Yum, I love the taste of my juices on a man’s lips and tongue. Following that, he spread my legs wide and asked if it was hurting. Mainly because at times I have had some physical limitations, which. I have to say this, slut she may have been but discriminating she was not. Man or woman, she didn't care as long as they got her off. Try to imagine my surprise when I came home to find her in bed with a hermaphrodite, guess she must have thought he/she/it was the best of both worlds.And so, at the ripe old age of forty-eight I found myself having to move into an apartment. By the way, my name is Reginald Stokes. I hate the name! It makes me sound like some millionaire's butler, so I have my.