"Drink?" I offered."Sure why not," she smiled and I went to find her drink."So what is it Kate?" I asked when we had both settled down with our drinks..."I know I haven't any rights," she started to say, "but I just needed to talk to someone and listening has always been one of your strong points."It had been over a year since our divorce and I hadn't seen or heard from her since then. It had been a very painful time for me, the women who I loved above all others, fell in love with another man. I couldn't believe he could get more in but it did. Then he pulled out a few inches and rammed back in. His hips colliding with my ass sounded like a gunshot. My cock jerked again in my jock as I could feel myself spitting more precum."Fuck! You are tight white boy. You got a sweet tight ass," he yelled as he started pounding in and out of me. I was hard as a rock but couldn't touch myself as I braced myself with both arms to keep from being knocked over from the vigorous fucking he was. It was thought they had built the first home on this block over fifty years before.But today wasn't Saturday. It was Thursday and instead of colorful bouquet, the old man carried what appeared to be more than a dozen beautiful red roses.The vision brought smiles to many of the women who noticed him and some had wet eyes of admiration for the devotion the man showed. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to bring his wife, Evelyn, red roses.A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and. I sucked his cock for the longest time and then he rolled me over onto my stomach and went to town. He had pulled my stuff out from under me and he'd take a break and lick my balls and suck the head of my cock. The moment I was about to get off he'd stop and mount me again. Spanked my bottom for a minute or two to warm my cheeks he kept telling me. Got me so excited after he spanked me pretty hard he'd slide down between my legs then suck the head of my cock and lick my balls. I would begin to.