She heard a gentle voice come down and wisper in her ear ‘don’t cry angel, I promised you we’d be together and now we can be, if u will forgive ...e, I never stoped loving you, I just had to let u live your life’ when she heard this she turned around and saw the face that had broken her heart. She began to cry harder and she just fell into his arms, all he could do was hold her and tell her how sorry he was. Once she put herself together she looked up and him and the only thing that she could. What a feeling throughout my body as I had the biggest orgasm I ever had in my life. Now everything was dead quiet and I couldn’t sense anyone around me.I then felt a hand on my head and instinctively I opened my mouth wide. When he said to “me good boy” I knew it was my friend Pierre. He told me he needed to give me a present before unhooked me from the sling. At that he slowly face-fucked me until I could feel him getting ready to cum. The first squirts filled my mouth and he pulled out and. . well let's just say the rest of the world was a whole new place. I felt different and I tried to place the feeling. And then I realized it; I was joyful. For the first time in decades I was joyful."I've missed you, you know."She grinned impishly, "I worked that out for myself. Unless you cry every time you meet an old flame?" Not usually, no."We lapsed into companionable silence. Our friendship had never been one where we had felt the need to fill in the gaps, sometimes we would spend hours. He said he never danced with an Asian woman before and was wondering how sex is with an Asian wife. Guess he was fishing for an invitation to my bedroom but I ignored the signal. Suddenly the music changed again in more up tempo. I also noticed several women did not wear much clothes anymore and although I was wearing a sexy dress, I felt like a novice among those women. I saw how the Spanish guy unzipped his wife's dress which dropped on the floor. She stepped out of it and got the attention.