Claire pulled Rylee into an embrace, holding her and soothingly stroked her hair. "Shhh… sweetpea, I think we're really fucking high." Claire wh...spered. "It had to be the punch" Claire was 35 years old, she had a few experiences under her belt. She was pretty sure that she hadn't traveled back in time. That just seemed silly now. Of course she and Rylee were just really high. "It was the punch." She told Rylee matter of factly. Rylee laid there in her arms and started giggling. I began to worry that such speed and ferocity would injure my delicate flower, but my concerns were assuaged by the look of absolute rapture on her face, and the view I had of her pussy as his cock pounded into her. She was so turned on that actual drops of her juices were falling to the floor. She was wetter than she had ever been before and this allowed her to fully enjoy the tremendous onslaught of that massive tool.The businessman’s dark haired partner moved around to make himself. "We cried and held each other. Lisa called Pam and they cried some more. Our children are two very special people and make a very special couple.I haven't been diligent to say the least in keeping this journal up to date. Lisa was reading it again with me. We have done that a few times over the years. Perhaps now, we can see more clearly as we look back on fifty years of marriage. That anniversary is next week. Officially, I am eighty-four years old and Lisa is seventy-five. We don't look it.. InsteadI slipped into the kitchen, made some pasta and opened a bottle of wine. Itried to talk to him over dinner about the new store I had found when I wasout shopping that day but he was unreceptive. I could tell he didn't want tolisten to me babble on about candles and cute little scented soaps. We ate the rest of the meal in silence. I then quickly cleaned up the dirtydishes while he went to the den to watch TV. He wanted to be alone so I climbedthe stairs to the bedroom, lit some candles.