This wasn’t the first time she had walked out (she always went back). Then she looked up and tried to smile. What a mess, black eye, split lip and b...uising all over her face. My blood boiled, I was ready to get in my car, drive to their home and beat seven bells of shit out of her husband. I may have been in my fifties, but I had looked after myself and went to the gym regularly so I knew I could handle myself. I was a little over six feet tall, and a hefty sixteen stone (224 lbs. American). A. The contractions his throat muscles made around my cock ceased. He stopped beating my thighs and torso with his stringy arms. And suddenly I felt as though I were supporting his whole weight with the hand I had wrapped in his thick, dark hair at the back of his head. As the last few wads of cum dribbled from my still-mostly-hard cock, I realized what was happening. The boy had passed-out. I’d asked the simulator for full realism and that’s what I got. Once my orgasm subsided and I. Clare pulled away from Steven and suggested they go to the bedroom. She looked over at me and asked him if I could come up and watch. He said that was fine so Clare led us upstairs and she threw Steven on the bed. I sat in the corner and watched my woman take his clothes off before she moved down and started to suck his cock. He had a good size cock and Clare was an expert cock sucker and within a minute or two she had taken her first load from Stevens young cock. She quickly repositioned. Annie then said she would love to shave my pussy and led me to the bathroom. Ten minutes later there I was bare as the day I was born and Annie said she would have to lick my pussy to make sure she had shaved me properly. I could feel my juices running down my legs in anticipation as there was no fur stop them. I was led to Michael's bedroom where he was lazily stroking his hard on and Annie lay me down next to him and started to lick and stroke my inner thighs I'm sure I came there and then.