She needed a space to contemplate the world and my pool side seemed to be her space.“Sorry, I thought you might be out with your girlfriend or somet...ing.”“Girlfriend? What girlfriend? What makes you think I have a girlfriend?”Alia just smirked at me, the kind of look one gives when they assume they know the truth and catch you lying.“Yeah, right. That skank that was over here earlier. She’s your...”“Skank? Excuse me?” I said, shocked at her judgment of others, as I walked over towards her. Alia. I need to make sure I’ve got the energy to fuck her sexy brains out.I hop in the shower and immediately get rock hard thinking about climbing inside her tight pussy. I turn the water to cold to try to calm myself down, but it doesn’t work - still hard as a rock. I climb out of the shower, dry myself off, and throw on some sweats and a t-shirt. It’s 6:30. Go time.I walk over to her place, right up to her front door, and ring the doorbell. My heart’s racing with excitement and nervousness. A few. I couldn't help myself, it was heaven! I groaned loud as I ran my fingers through his smooth hair and pushed his mouth down on my cock. He took every inch.He deep throated me for at least five minutes before wanking me off and making me explode all over my chest. He was a pro. I was still laying on my back so I moved my feet up flat on the bed, by my ass, and stared him straight in the eyes. He knew what to do. He spat on his hand and jerked to lube himself up, before slowly entering me inch by. So in the end we just split up, went our own ways and got divorced, with both our kids living with their mum. Occasionally she calls in when her new guy, a long distance trucker is away just to get an itch scratched that he can’t seem to reach.Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Sean, I’m 35, just under 6 foot and my middle-aged spread is beginning to show, probably because I am no longer eating that healthily since the wife left. I go out a couple or three times a week with my mates.