That was fifty years ago and I asked Jean if she wanted me to lick her cunt on the anniversary to which she replied no, she would rather have a cup of...tea and I had to agree, licking could wait until another dayA few days later I was typing the article I had written about local history when Jean put her head round the door to tell me she was going into town shopping and asked if there was anything I wanted. My stock answer to this question is “Yes, to suck your tits” and her usual response was. .." Alan started to fuck her cunt slowly... he ground his pubic bone into her clit... he altered his strokes from gentle slow and deep and sliding past her clit to slamming into her hard. Her cunt was extremely tight since she hadn't ever fucked anything other than a candle or hairbrush handle. His cock felt like it was in a velvet vise and gave him an unbelievable feeling. Cindy found she loved fucking. She learned to answer his thrust with movements of her own and she found that it became. Staring at the screen he is about to unzip his pants and masturbate when the telephone rings. He lets the answering machine record the too familiar voice of his wife’s personal assistant. ‘This is Christopher, Mr. Plath. Mrs. Plath asked me to let you know that her meeting is running late. She apologizes and expects to be home by 8:30 or 9:00 at the latest.’ He erases the message and stands, a tall broad shouldered man, still trim though his weathered face and graying hair and moustache put him. "yeahhhhhhhhhh take that fuckin cum baby deep in that pussy"Marcus' wet cock flopped out of me and i felt his cum leak down my legs as we finished our shower Marcus turned me around and kissed me with passion sliding his tongue deep in my mouth, i felt so small and secure in his arms, we dried off and that night i fell asleep in his arms nuzzled in to his big shoulder. we woke the next morning and Marcus told me to go to the lobby to get us some coffees and come right back up. when i came back.