I dress in simple office attire, dark pants, white shirt and a solid color tie. I wear a jacket to and from the office but otherwise it just hangs on ...he back of my door.I drive a three year old Chevrolet Impala, and I have a very simple one bedroom condo. That way there is no yard to keep up and it has a pool, not that I use it. Who wants an old guy lying about who hasn't been exposed to the sun since Jimmy Carter was president.My only real recreation activity is that I drive a few hours east. Like any horny bitch in heat I pulled my legs up then got them around his body, rolled my hips and reached back to spread my cheeks. That cock was buried again without much hesitation. He speared my waiting ‘cunt’ and started fucking away good and hard…I just hung on for the ride.His finish should have been filmed. I was given a few minutes of VERY hard fucking while his climax built. Then, as the headboard of the bed was slammed against the wall over and over, he finally buried himself balls. She felt so blessed. Even though they were poor, they were rich because of their love. As she ate her bread, she began to daydream about him. Joseph of Nazareth. He was a carpenter and had become her one true love. They would marry someday, Mary could only hope it was soon. No other man had ever made her weak in the knees. Joseph was special indeed. Mary’s mother noticed her daughter lost in her own world. ‘Mary? Mary?’ Mary snapped out of her daydream. ‘Y-yes mother.’ ‘Pass your father the. By the moans and groans coming from Leslie, my lips and teeth and tongue were doing an okay job.I felt her body stiffen and then suddenly, she was gone. Tits, nipples and pussy were gone."Where the hell did you go?" I called out."Be right back lover boy" I heard her call out. I lay there, panting. My cock felt cool in the bedroom air, no warm pussy engulfing it. My balls ached for release. Where the hell did she go? Five minutes passed and still no Leslie. What the heck was she doing. Soon, I.