"Oh, baby, I can feel how wet your are even through those jeans. Has my baby been being bad on the trip up?" It's a mostly rhetorical question. He kn...ws me quite well by now. I manage to masturbate everywhere. He loves it. He was afraid at first that it meant he wasn't satisfying me. He's learned since that isn't the case. The more I masturbate the more sex I want to have. The more sex we have, the more I want to masturbate, thinking about sex. It's a lovely circle, one that he's grown to. They had dinner at Caesar' and afterwards would do a short walk to catch Celine's show. The dinner was great and it wasn't just the meal which was good, it was the looks Joe was getting from some of the patrons who seemed to be trying to figure out what Joe had that attracted this substantially younger beautiful red-headed lady to be with him. Chuckling to himself he would bet that they thought he was her sugar daddy and his money was the attraction.The show was an extravaganza and it was good.. I release her. “Bend over you little fuck slut so I can make your big ass clap while I fuck your cunt.” She smiles. “Yes sir. I know you’ve been waiting for this. You’d probably still be fucking me even if we were blood cousins you sick fuck.”I slam my cock in her tight mature pussy in response. She’s a screamer and in seconds she’s blowing out my ear drums but I love it. I spread her big ass cheeks and gaze wantingly at her tight asshole. Even though I know she doesn’t want it I want to fuck. Well, I don’t mean I’m fat now, but a few pounds have add up to my body along these years. I have straight hair, and well kept hands that only perform office work, not tough manual labour at all. As I was about to start working in a new company, my boss would be a woman here, a deputy –she was the big wheel here. I followed rules before engagement so I had to go through interview or discussion work to check my capabilities or potential here. But at the moment of inquiring, I began to.