As she moved her mouth up and down on his cock she used her other hand to lift her skirt, slide her panties to the side, and slip her fingers easily i...to her wet pussy. She frantically finger-fucked her pussy, pulling her hand out every few seconds to massage her swollen little clit. The sounds of her moans mixed with the slurps of her mouth on his cock and her fingers ferociously fucking her tight little pussy was a cacophony of sounds better than any musical composition he could ever. I manage to swab your lips and tickle your clit a little and then you rise. You reach out and run your fingers down my body pinching my nipples and slowly reach my stiffening cock. Several strokes later you decide it was time for your pleasure. You position yourself over my shaft and lower your wet, pulsating vagina onto me. Once you have me all the way inside you reach your clit and rub it slowly at first then faster and faster. Your juices are flowing down my hardness and at just the right. At the age of 57, I was enjoying early retirement – and staring at the photograph of an old flame. No, that’s not right. Gaynor was not an old flame, she was the love of my life. Our time together was 16 months of my best and most satisfying relationship with a woman. She was bright, funny, energetic, caring and daring. She was also beautiful with a great body, warm and enticing and so very, very sexy. I again rocked back in my chair, closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander . . . ±±±±±±±±. I wanted to go farther but wasn’t sure what we should do next. In a way I was a little surprised that here we were standing naked in front of each other. We were both shy virgins. We knew what the next step would be but wasn’t sure how to get there. She was a little more aggressive than me as she reached out and grabbed my throbbing hard cock. Waves of pleasure shot through my entire body as she held onto my meat. I don’t remember how we got there because the whole thing was happening so.