He often used thoughts of her to cure a latent dysfunction that sometimes occurred when he was with his wife. Thoughts of her were more effective that...Viagra.But now here he was standing outside her home once more, ten years older than when they last met. At age 53 he wasn't dashing but he looked younger than he was and had kept his weight down. She was 5 year older and every bit a lady. Everything about her flooded his mind in an instant, the tone of her skin, the softness of her touch, her. She had once lived here, for a time at least and she recalled the place to be bright and airy, windows allowing plenty of sunlight to flood in, the floors a clear marble and the walls a light wooden panelling. But now it was dark, the passages lit by flickering flames, tapestries and artwork displaying Ariela’s greatest victories dominating every wall.Ariela glanced back to Sophia and grinned, her expression dark and excited as they approached a door, which she pushed open and stepped into, her. OOOhhh YEAH!"Fran was choking on Mr. D's cock as it pulsed in her throat. She'dwrapped her hands around his buttcheeks and held on desperately as hethrashed his hips back and forth. She felt his shaft pulse in her mouthand on her lips. It was only later that she felt any regret at notgetting to taste Mr. D's cum spraying into her mouth. He'd shot downinto her throat instead. He held Fran's head in a vise grip and shethought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen but then herelented. " Karen grinned. "Oh wow! What a coincidence! I'm Karen and this little slut is Clare. My husband and sissy cuck and now made and housewife." She laughed. "He he. I'm Paul." He grinned shaking Karen's hand, with his eyes on her visible breasts. She didn't seem to mind, keeping the smile on her face. "As you're here and if you have time, I'm sure Clare would love to thank you in a more............thankful way!" She said with a wicked smile. Paul chuckled. "Well, I'm a bit ahead on my schedule..