“And for me?” Margret asked Zoe and me.“Very little change there, too. The typical, necessary changes, of course, but, yeah, you’re practicall... the perfect version of you, Margret, just as you are,” I told her, “maybe even keep some white in your hair, not all of it, but just enough to let on that you’re a wiser, more mature person, while still rejuvenated and reinvigorated.”“Okay, but the laugh lines and wrinkles and crow’s eyes are going,” Margret stuck her tongue out at me playfully, very. Go. Bumper to bumper all the way there, she knew exactly how it would be. The latte was good, it was always good. She licked her upper lip to make sure she had no froth upon it. ‘Have you ever really felt him?’ It was not a long drive but it was tedious as there were far too many traffic lights on this stretch of road. However, it was the quickest route. She had timed them all. It had less traffic than the expressway. And of course it had the drive-thru Starbucks. She was used to it, it was. I moaned with pleasure.His full ten inches sank into me; it was a little painful, but I got over that real quick once he started sliding it back and forth; I got back to lick the other guy's balls.I jammed his cock into my mouth again and started giving him head slowly, trying to get as much of that black meat into my mouth as I could without gagging.Sean suddenly withdrew from me, leaving me with this big empty feeling in my pussy. He made me turn on over the bed.He then ordered me to take his. His heart was beating against his ribs like there was a jackhammer trying to break its way out of his chest, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He opened his mouth to beg a question, but she cut him off.“We’ve only got this moment,” she whispered. Before he knew it, she had walked around the couch, and she was climbing atop him. She straddled him, her hands resting on his shoulders. The tight leather of her pants pressed against his growing erection through his jeans and he raised his hands as.