" I've been looking for this one for forever." Wow," he said. "That's a first. Usually pretty girls only buy the jazz for their grandfathers."Piper bl...shed. He was easily 5 or 6 years older than her, and it was probably just politeness, but after the traumatic morning it was nice to be called pretty."And," he continued, "when they do buy it, it's always Kind-of-fucking-Blue."They both laughed. It was like a jazz-geek secret handshake, bonding over the sell-out Miles Davis. Real jazz fans didn't. It was!We slept in one another’s arms all night long and in the morning I awoke to her sucking my cock. I had the sweetest dream just before I woke up, but an even better one knowing that Dominique was really in bed with me.After her breakfast we cuddled until I was hard again. For our forth time Dominique requested that I go from her asshole to her pussy on every other stroke and just as fast as I could. She wanted me to make her feel as if she were being double penetrated. I did my best! Then. Liz finally let her sweat soaked sweater and blouse slip from her shoulders as she walked into the room , then lifted her skirt and laid on the bed lifting and spreading her stockinged legs into a wide and inviting V.The professor again knelt between her legs and took a slim ankle in each hand , as he moved into position my wife guided his cock to her waiting pussy. She rubbed him up and down her slippery slit until finally he was in. Liz bent her legs slightly and spread them even wider as her. I obliged and slammed my cock up her again and again she had a small orgasm. Then after half an hour of rutting at each other she started to spasm almost throwing me off her. I couldn't hold back and came harder than I have ever done in my life, shooting spurt after spurt inside her hole.We lay in each other's arms in the sexual afterglow of my best ever fuck and I knew I'd want to fuck as many old women as I could from then on. When I was dressed Tom gave me the money and said she had signed.