Sure there were a few more lines crossing her face but she sure as hell didn’t look like somebody’s sixty-three year old grandmother. Her breasts ...ooked a tad fuller and maybe it was the bra she was wearing, but there sure didn’t seem to be any sag to them at all and from what I could see under her white pharmacy coat it didn’t look like she had gained more than a couple of pounds since I saw her last.I sat there like a bump on the proverbial log for this was absolutely the last thing, the last. "don't you stop sucking, you are my bitch now!"true to his word, he pulled my hair hard, shoving his cock into me with a thrust that made my nose touch his belly, and his balls slap against my chin, and I felt his cock shooting straight into my stomach, so deep was his cock I didn't even get to swallow those first jets. after holding on for a few seconds, he released my head, thinking I would back away now.I got a taste of his cum as it was nearly exiting my mouth though, and it tasted even. Anger wasn't exactly what I was feeling. Perhaps a better word to describe my initial reaction would have been a slight feeling of 'uncertainty', and maybe even 'wistfulness,' but definitely not anger, or even jealousy. My emotions were all over the place, but behind it all there was an underlying feeling of...excitement; but it was a strange, even 'bitter/sweet', sort of excitement. There was also a sense of something having changed in my relationship with my wife; something like a line, over. (A known fact not an invitation)I stood leaning against the door, my mouth suddenly dry, so I drew my tongue across my lips, a horny MILF eyeing a young buck, and as I eyed him up and down again, he soon caught onto my thought processes.He turned and looked at the bed, then back to me, 'Please can I', he said, wanting to remove my articles of clothing, which consisted mainly of intimate feminine attire.I saw my vibrator lying in full view, surely he must know what it was, and it excited me that.