She opened up the door and tripped into the room. Thank goodness she didn't have a roommate. But the delivery guy had just watched her fall on her fac.... She blushed. He sat the package on the floor and helped her o her feet. "Are you alright, miss ?" he asked her. "I'm fine, just a little clumsy today." "Do you have a pen ?" he asked. "for...?" "Um, signing for your package" he smiled. He must think she was an idiot. She blushed again. He picked up the package and followed her to the. I don’t think I should.”“Okay. Just think about it. I’m here every night.”“I don’t even know your name.”“Bill. My name is Bill.”“Okay, Bill. Can I go now?”“Yes, you can go. And drive the speed limit! Next time I’ll have to write you a ticket.”“Okay. I’ll slow down. I promise.”As she walked back to her car, the headlights of my cruiser shown on her long blonde hair, making it shine brightly. I couldn’t help but wish she’d come back. She’d be so nice to fuck from the back.- - - - -The weekend. " (well I guess to him, me being early 50's, I was a young man). Without saying another word he kneels between my legs, unzips my work pants and takes out my dick and balls and starts to play with them. After a few minutes of this he leans over and starts to kiss the head of my dick, slap it against his face and rub and pull on my balls while also letting his fingers caress my taint and butt hole before going to town bobbing up and down on my dick.I was so lost in the thought and feeling of. There on the couch was my wife. My used wife. At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the couch, our eyes meet, there is no need for words - I am acutely aware of what I need to do. Wearing black lingerie and stockings, Katy is reclined on the couch. She may very well be in exactly the same position she was when Peter left. It looks like she hasn't moved. Her cheeks are still red..