I think her exhaustion made her next orgasm her most intense yet of the night. At least that’s what her flushed skin and moans seemed to be telling...me.Fucking her as hard as I could I was finally able to fill her ass with my load. Sweating and exhausted I had to lay on top of Laura and recuperate a bit. As I caught my breath, I could feel my softening cock slowly slip from her cum filled ass. Once I felt some of my energy coming back, I got up off the bed and reached out to Laura. Taking. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch. I parked my car at a lonely place on a highway.And we both sat there and started chatting, I took her hand in my hand and started rubbing it, she stared at me and gave me a sexy smile and did not say anything, this gave me lot of courage and I kissed on her left cheek, on this she closed her eyes and gave a very sexy look, i started kissing on her cheeks and made her sit in my lap. after some time I could feel her warm breaths and i could feel that she is getting aroused, I started kissing on. This is a story about one week in the best sex year of my life.After my divorce I went from 20 years of what Carol called ‘housewife’ sex to the hottest girl I had ever had. Carol didn’t just like sex. She needed it. If we missed a couple of days she would rub against me like she was in heat. Because she was. Her pussy dripped and steamed! That first year we fucked at parties on the bathroom sink in people’s guest baths. She would suck my cock behind the bushes at pool parties. I got hand jobs.