It turns me on even more that he is almost twenty years my senior. We met online. I was home alone on those days; so I accepted his invite to dinner. ...e talked for a long while and then he brought me back to his house and began to undress me."How does that feel..." He whispers in my ear, pushing an inch more of his huge ten inches cock inside me. I shudder and moan again, wrapping my fingers in his nearly white hair."Oh, that feels so good, go on please…" I moan. But now I desperately want him. "You're lying," Rachelle smiled. "I bet you had to fuck her, I bet she didn't want to take it up that tight fat ass, and you took control and fucked her." You got me," I smiled.Rachel growled then said something in Spanish as she sat down on my lap. "You really know how to turn me on," she said as she stared at me."What kind of assistant would I be if I didn't know what to say and what not to say?" I smiled.Rachelle nodded as she kissed me. This wasn't a pet on the lips or some high school. Her head was buried into the couch cushion as her whole body spasmed from her first orgasm. Dale continued to vigorously run his cock in and out of her ass as she yelled “don’t stop mother fucker, I’m going to cum again”. Then she screamed one last time and collapsed on the couch in exhaustion as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her lithe body. Dale’s cock fell out of her ass and he tore off his rubber. He said “sit up bitch I’m cumming”. My wife sat up and put her head back and opened. "Yeah, I can see that," I said, practically leaping into the hallway and darting into my room, clutching my chest to try to stem the artesian pump within.I was glad when Monday morning came. Ed introduced me to his crew, two graduates of the tech school, as Ben. They looked me over, saw that I was wearing jeans, one of Ed's work shirts and a pair of high-top work boots that he had insisted I purchase. It was a fall day but I wouldn't need a jacket, yet.The job was re-roofing a large home. Ed.