"I said something about boys and their toys but he kept on going."No listen to me; he is the answer to our problems. If you'd fuck him I know you'll f...el that monster inside you."Well believe you me I threw a fit,"Just what do you think I am, some kind of slut who sleeps around looking for that perfect cock? Besides he is just a boy, why do you think he'd want to sleep with an old woman?" "Jill he is not just a boy he's almost twenty and he's really a good k**. Don't tell me you didn't notice. I arched my back slightly and she told me to lie still. Her tongue slowly moved over me, little pressure, no urgency as if she were tasting me. I felt the tip of her nose nestling between lips that were swelling and opening. I reached to touch her hair. ‘Keep your hands by your sides.’ The exploration continued. Her tongue slithered down to my dark star and I knew it was a test; did I like it, did I allow it? Then I realised that the word ‘allow’ was not right – I should have said ‘accept.’. Over the years, instead of wearing each other smooth to mesh better, they left each of us with raw spots. So, here we were with our separate careers, living in separate bedrooms in an upscale two-story in the classy part of town. I suppose we could have gotten divorced, but that would have required more effort than either of us wanted to put in.Which is not an excuse for my behavior ... but I'm getting ahead of myself.My wife took a bad fall at her office, and when the doctors finished dealing. ’ He slid two fingers into her brazenly displayed pussy, and she wriggled with delight. He began to massage her swollen clit, and she bit her lip and rolled her crotch up at him, whimpering. ‘Play with me,’ she breathed again. He made her shiver as he played with her tender, cum-sloppy pussy, finally grasping that she really was his toy, his slave, his property. He looked at her in wonder – so perfect, so lovely, stark naked and glistening with sweat and cum. He grinned and released her.