Of course since I am a slut for cock I was more than willing to help him and invited him over. The knock came at my door and I answered it and invite... him in. He was an older guy probably in his late 40's or early 50's so I immediately though that this was going to be another bogus hook up since personal history has shown me that most guys that age just don't ejaculate a lot. He didn't waste time though as he immediately pulled his pants down exposing his soft member for me to service and. On top of the pile lay my Noogleberry breast pump system.Sherri laughed and exclaimed "Methinks the lady really did want to bediscovered. It didn't take much effort to find your collection on thetop shelf in the garage." She dangled the Noogleberry with the tubingover one finger. "At first, I thought you had a hormone thing going on,the way your breasts have been swollen." A solitary tear rolled down mycheek.Spotting the tear, Sherri's smile was replaced with a look of tenderconcern. . So I did. Then he asked for another one and asked if I’d show him some skin. So I did. And he kept asking. And each time he asked, he wanted more. In my pyjamas. Wrapped in a towel after a shower. In my bra. Then bra and panties. Then just the panties. Then completely nude.“Then when we were together, he started asking if he could take pictures, after all, it was nothing he hadn’t seen before. Just something to remind him of me. Nothing to worry about. He wouldn’t show anyone. I should have. For it was, very nice indeed, and terribly naughty as well to feel him enter her while calling her by another woman’s name. He went slowly, holding her close. It occurred to her that he was, yes, making love to her. Not fucking, as Rob did, not playing a cruel game to abase her, but making a sweet and gentle love. Soon, he had her panting in quickening heat. ‘Oh, Daisy,’ he said softly. ‘Yes, oh, my dearest, yes! Let it be now.’ She spent in a rush both turbulent and subdued, a melting tremor.