There'd been tears, but she'd cried them under the running water."You could ... you could ... wash it. Please? And my hair down there? I'm so dirty. I...ll never be clean." Rhonda, I will wash you every day for the rest of your life if you need. Even if you don't need me to. If you want me to." I started to use a washcloth to protect her modesty and then thought 'hell with it.' She needed to feel and know that I was not afraid to touch her with my hands. I was not disgusted with her. I didn't. As her legs, soft and smooth as those of a seventeen-year-old, slid along both sides of his waist, he lowered her, impaling her on his pre-cum leaking cock.Gasping quietly, they began their movement together.She dug her heels into the upholstery of the chair and raised herself. He lifted her with his hands and forearms and followed her swollen pussy with his hips, pushing up into her, feeling her muscles squeezing his cock as he slid in and out of her.His cock was what she had wanted. What she. It was obvious that he caught her by surprise also, for her eyes were closed and her mouth retained its perfect O shape which I saw to my intense satisfaction in the light of the naked light bulb. A single strand of saliva hung from her lips for a second; catching the light, then fell away as she opened her eyes wide in surprise. “Stand up” he said and I realised with a shock who he was. I already had a desperate erection and now I freed it from its confines for I feared if I remained to watch. Robert caresses her head. “Back when you were my life, you gave me something that I could live for. Now everything’s changed, and you’re gone. But I’m still here with nothing to hold on to.” He closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears. Why should I hold on when there’s nothing to hold on to. Sex made me feel alive, but now I’m bored with mindless passion. Drugs were somewhere to hide, but they’ve left me feeling cold and empty.”Cynthia pulls away from the embrace, starring the man in the eyes..