’ The robe feel to the floor as she pulled Tim’s pants off and she pulled him onto her as she lay backward onto the bed. Her cunt lips were swolle... out an inch, clitoris even further, with all her twat hair soaking she pleaded with a raised voice,’ Tiimmmm, put iiittttttt iinnnn mmeeeeeee. Fuck me. Hard Tim, fuck me hard!’ Only six pumps were needed for her orgasm to come. Her toes pointed straight out, her cunt gripping his cock like a vice, and her body shaking. ‘AAAhhhhhhhhhh Yes, yes, yes,. Being 60 years old and widowed for the last 5 years, pussy pie was the furtherest thing from my mind. Besides, my late wife Beth, who I’d been married to for 35 years, had a very limited range of sexual experiences that she wanted to participate in.We were both virgins when we married, and we had been completely faithful to each other right through our marriage. Sex happened in bed at night and in the missionary position, and oral sex was not on the menu ... ever.Although we tried, we never. “Hmmm, now where is he?” I muttered to myself. It was my forty sixth birthday that day, and I wasn’t feeling too great about it. I was sure I detected more lines on my face that morning. To help lift my spirits, my husband had suggested that he take me out for lunch, so we had arranged to meet in the lobby of the Tiffany Hotel, before going into their excellent restaurant. As I stood there, John was sat in the far corner of the lounge. He was observing me from behind a pillar. He liked what he. . when did I eat last? I tried to get up — the stall door fell open and I fell, twisted, turned, tried to stand — the sink rushing at me.Quiet. A light? Blackness. Noise, bustle. Sirens? Whispers, hands grabbing me, the... what? Nothing. Silence. Peace.Dreams - CharlieI drank. That's who I was, what I did. Oh, not all the time. I was good at faking it. Vodka when I had to.June, that beautiful lass. Hair of gold, eyes the translucent blue glow of an alpine lake. Soft skin, oh, so soft. A quiet.