” As she reached into the freezer and got out 2 Missile popsicles. Out of somewhere he produced a package and opened it and held out the still cove...ed popsicle. “Here you put it on, you need to know for someday later,” she said. I unrolled it properly, thinking of all the guys at school that carried one in their wallets that might never be used. “I feel better now that you’ve done that, now we can eat the popsicles.” And boy did she, running her extended tongue from top to bottom and. I'm almost jealous that I don't get to have it myself,but like I said, we cheerleaders share everything, and I'm happy toshare my boyfriend's cum with you, Jenny," she said.I saw her putting on the strap-on, and heard her open the jar ofVaseline. I felt the cold slimy tip pressing up against my asshole andtried to relax and take as much as I could.The strap-on was ribbed, and every inch that she put in me sent shiversup my spine. When it bottomed out and hit my prostate I felt waves ofpleasure. Fuck me harder, faster, Ray, fuck me." She began to cum again as I began to squirt. "Ohhh, my, " We both collapsed, two sweaty bodies ultimately satisfied and utterly limp. What a wonderful feeling."We just make love so right, Ray. It must be chemical." Yeah, Car, we really do do it right." I'm amazed how often we cum together. It's not supposed to be like that, is it?" Proof that we're synched up. We seem to fit together." Also, I have to tell you that when you eat your cum out of me, it. And think mostly of what I wanted sexually from a new partner, if not a new wife.After my wife's passing two years earlier, I dated very little. I loved her deeply, but our sexual relationship was fiery at its beginning and settled into a very dreary world of vanilla, "that felt good," almost obligatory sex. Fantasies can sustain, but as rewarding as they may be, they're also a reminder of distant reality is. And some fantasies I certainly wanted to be a part of my reality, regardless of how.