But still--thrust, thrust, thrust. I tried to move my tongue in a licking motion while he thrust, but there simply was not enough time or space.Finall..., he removed his cock from my mouth. It was covered in spit and drool. I could feel drool coming down from the sides of my mouth. I must have looked like such a whore.“Bend over.” He placed his hands on the seat in front of me, clearly meaning for me to put my own hands there. I placed my hands on the row in front, stood back and bent over. My. He reminded himself that he should not be devastated; after all he had been a troubleshooter earlier, and retired only for sake of his dying wife.As he preferred low fat milk to beer in his all life, he avoided alcoholic drinks even now when he was feeling depressed. He took a box of canned milk from the fridge and he drank half of it with a banana. He did not eat more for lunch, he had no appetite. He went to the appointment in his car and did not mind not going to the hospice in the regular. He put his arms around me and lifted me off of the desk, and I had to pause for a second to gain my balance. He pulled me even tighter, and I laid my head against his chest, still wondering if I might wake up after all and realize it was all just a fantasy. “Come on,” I said, pulling him towards the door. “Where are we going?” he asked, alarmed. “To clean up, silly!” I said with another laugh. The bathroom was right next to my bedroom, and I felt like taking a shower…and hoping that he would. He moves his fingers slowly back and forth in you as your orgasm subsides. He takes them out and sucks your juices off, before offering them to you to share. Moving in for another kiss he presses against you, and you part your legs further, one of his hands holds the crotch of your panties to one side, and you guide his erect cock into you. You raise one leg, giving him easy access, and he reaches down to support your leg. Slowly, slowly he begins to move in and out of you, as he thrusts into.