The door was opened and he was more or less as I had expected from the conversations we’d had a little chubby, but with good height and a pretty cle...n shaven face. There was something very reassuring about his smile as he invited me in. I stepped in and was immediately impressed by his place – he was clearly a man of taste. After exchanging some pleasantries, we found ourselves sitting on his couch with one of his hands on the inside of my thigh. Slowly, we leaned into each other as we talked. I smiled at her reassuringly, and added yet more Vaseline. When I added my fourth finger, her grin widened too. Her hips wound out a sexy slow dance of welcome. Her flesh felt so good, so warm and slippery from the lube and her ever-increasing flow of juice. I worked my fingers in the tightness, stretching her walls apart, twisting and turning my hand until the base of my thumb was hard against her clitoris, the side to side swooshing making her gasp and shake.Without even thinking about it, I. From the first, although he was careful not to rub her nose in it, Marion was not his only girlfriend - she was his fall-back position. Ed was big on variety, and, frankly, many times his silver tongue got him things his less than impressive equipment wouldn't support his hanging onto. When Marion moved in, all it meant to Ed was that he no longer had to worry about supply - it DIDN'T mean that the supply was limited to Marion! Similarly, marriage was an exercise in economics; they married in. ‘Michael, Sweetheart, can you hear me? Try your best to stay awake,’ Marlene pleaded. I could feel her hands grasping my hair as she continued holding me, begging me to remain awake. ‘Where are you taking me, Marlene?’ I repeated in a faint voice. ‘To the hospital,’ Marlene frantically answered. ‘I’m already gone,’ I whispered, as a steady volume of fluid continued dripping down my face. ‘No Michael,’ I heard Marlene cry before the unrelenting pain knocked me from consciousness. ********** ‘Mr..