But I do not know if I can stop. I know we should stop; I just don’t know if I can,” I reflected both to Gary as well as to myself as I stood ther....“Why should we stop? Who are we hurting?” Gary was trying to ward off my thoughts that we needed to end this intimacy.“I guess most people would say that we are hurting ourselves,” I responded honestly.“Bull shit,” Gary answered with passion. “I have not felt this good about myself since before Dad died. In fact, for the first time in nearly six. I think I was actually hanging on him off the bed.My arms and legs wrapped around him.I don't know how he kept going for so long.I convulsed with orgasm but he never lost his rhythm.I can't tell you how many times I came it was like one long long orgasm.I think he felt me losing my grip and came down on top of me still stroking my cunt.I actually fell limp and he continued to fuck me slow !!!!.He pushed my legs up and over my head still not breaking his stride.I grabbed the sheets as my body. .. not the job ... this old man. He'd been really nice to her."Lots more chances if you have an eddycation. I don't ... too busy trying to keep head above water, til Daddy died ... of the demon rum ... and I come into this land. Sixty years ago this was miles out in the country ... sagebrush, coyotes and sand..."Ah ... the desert rat story ... they'd heard it a thousand times ... Billy tuned it out ... Wili, Wilhelmina, listened like it was the first time. The old man was the grandfather she'd. You are so hot and your fantasies, your filthiest perversions, match my own. I have learned very quickly to type one handed! I am so thrilled and excited that miles away, you are doing as I am, you too are rubbing your clit and imagining me rubbing mine. It doesn't matter what you look like, this is just two hot women getting off at the same time, talking dirty and loving it. I imagine kissing your breasts, licking your wet pussy, grinding on your face. I am masturbating frantically now, so.