"If they can't keep up they should not be in the game." That was my way thinking.I was about to get my degree and it all came to an end; a sudden end....I met a woman. Now I know you think of a perfect woman, what ever you think is perfect, well that is not what she was.She was old and rich. Ok that was pretty perfect for me. The best thing about her, other than the money and the sex was she did not seem to be bothered by my growing mark. She asked a few questions about it and even gently stroked. Looks like she fucks everyday from her husband. then I started doing rapidly and she started moaning more harder. I told her to control. other guys may be outside. they may here you. I continued this for a long. then I stopped. I sat on a closed toilet pot & I took her in cowl position. i.e she was facing me while sitting on my dick. I put my dick inside her pussy & started penetrating & again madness continues. her soft hands were on my chest that gives me hot relief. at the same time I. A skinny middle-age guy sat on the bed to my left. He had nothing on but a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. A naked couple was making out on the bed on the right. I saw that the seated guy had a long thin dick and the woman on the other bed had a big bubble butt. He grinned at me. “This is Jeff, my husband,” Dot said, introducing us. He offered a limp hand. “You don’t mind if he joins us, do you?” I figured it wasn’t really a question and with Beth in the mix I wouldn’t mind if the L.A. Lakers. I set it down for him and again decided to give him a little privacy for his meal; watching people—well, anything—eat is impolite, I thought. When I got back to the living room it struck me that this wasn't the most sensible thought I'd ever had, I mean you share meals with other people all the time, and anyhow this was just a dumb animal, but it still seemed somehow right not to intrude.In due course he emerged from the kitchen, came right up to me again, and I thought it might be time to let.