Flavored? Really? Holy shit! I settled on a three-pack of basic, lubricated, reservoir tips. Three was probably more than enough for one night at the ...ge of fifty-seven, and, sadly, I didn't need the size double-XL. After all, I'm a realist. There I was, a middle-aged guy (assuming I plan to live to the age of a hundred and fourteen!), buying a box of condoms for a first date. I felt ridiculous. I mean, hell, I have gray pubic hair! Yet I was more nervous than the night when I thought I might. We can’t do that….it's too risky” she whispered. Dejected but understanding, I pulled away. Marie laid her head on my chest and wrapped her hand around my cock, not playing to make me cum, just more for a place to put her hand. We had come to a roadblock in this experimental summer and it seemed like we weren’t sure how to move forward. We didn't need to say the words, we both seemed to feel the same way. The clock in the dining room ticked the time away. I felt Marie placing kisses on my. . our sath hi sath apne dono hatho se uski Tel lagi chuchiyo ko bhi mijhne laga…mast chikni lag rahi thi uski chuchi.. mazaa aa raha tha unhe maslane me.. maine is bich apne lund ko pura bahar khicha kyo ki ab sonu ko bhi mazaa aane laga tha our vo bhi apni gand ko uchhalne lagi thi.. maine lund ko pura bahar khich k eek jorse shot maraa our ek baar me hi pura Lund uski Bur me ghused kar bachche dani ko takkar maar di.. uasko dard ke sath sath mazaa bhi aaya…… vo jor se karahti huyi dohri si ho. Then she pulled back and smiled at me, clearly trying to repay my kindness. I found her some more food and a T-shirt to wear. I had some work to do on the computer and she stayed curled up on the floor next to my feet, clearly tired.When I needed to sleep I made her a pallet on the floor but she got in bed with me and snuggled close. I didn’t have the heart to eject her. Oh, I had tried to learn her name and the best translation I could pronounce was “Dori”. That seemed to work okay with her.I.