I have nothing to say to you anymore. In fact, I do not need to be here! I am a grown woman now. I make my own decisions, not you. Why am I still here...anyway? I am not beholden to you, I am leaving!"She allowed her fiery gaze to run briefly over the man and she moved to stand. The world swirled before her as her mind overloaded on the sensations of the moment. She felt his hands take hold of her upper arms and thrust her back into her seat. She winced as her head snapped backward and cracked. Slowly at first, almost taking my dick all the way out, then slowly engulfing it again. She picked up the pace, face fucking me faster, and her slobber was flying all over the place. When she started rubbing my wet balls, I could feel them starting to tighten. My head was thrown back and I screamed that I was going to cum. She started sucking even harder as the first blast shot out of my cock. It felt like I was on fire. I don’t know how much cum I let loose, but it had to be more then I’d ever. Something had changed, and I desperately wanted to try and pin down what it was. At first I was so upset that I couldn’t think straight. My mind was jumping from one thing to another. Even if I hadn’t been the one that overreacted, I was angry with myself for allowing the conversation to deteriorate. If I had just shut up and let it be … but then again, that wasn’t going to solve the problem. I couldn’t hide from it. I had to face it. But what was I facing? I didn’t have a clue what had gone. She rubs her tits against them accidentally on purpose and touches them very seductively.All the wives sure notice.I approached her and introduced myself.Well she said, I was wondering how long it was going to take you to come talk to me.We have to be the youngest people in the room. We sat for awhile and talked.She asked me my age,I am 60,Isaid,how old are you.She said, a gentleman doesn't ask a lady her age.I replied, a gentleman is not asking.Oh that's cute,but how did you know I'm not a.