I can always go to the chat rooms and find someone who presents an absolutely perfect image of himself. I usually wind up masturbating with him. It wa... a harmless way to fall asleep and it worked just fine as always.I awoke at 5 AM. It was almost light enough to ride the bike for a couple of hours. There was a lot of exertion going up hills, but at least half the time I was coasting down hill. To make up for it I rode two hours. I did it not because I was health nut, but because I really had. I wanted her to cum. I needed to cum, as well. “So hard!… So big!…. Oh my fucking God!“ she moaned I felt her tense up, her cloying wetness, like a velvet glove urging me to let go, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Her fingers raked across my back, leaving a chevron of welts as she came again, triggering my orgasm. I felt the rush of sperm course up my shaft, my cock expanding and contracting as it pushed my essence deep into her still pulsating pussy. My helmet exploded,. Erm, yes, of course. Come on through. I was finding it really difficult to speak. Stepping aside she came in and I closed the door. We walked through the lounge and I opened the patio doors so she could go into my garden and retrieve the small football. Was it my imagination or did she really have to bend over like that to pick up the ball, giving me a clear view of her ass clad in the pink panties. She stayed bent over for a moment and glanced back at me with a wicked grin on her face. My cock. Later, as I towelled myself dry I found that I could dryeverything with no problems. Moisturiser was difficult so I restrictedit to body, balls and limbs.I added a robe and my indoor mules, crossed the bedroom and made my wayto the kitchen. With the water on, I prepared our mugs for coffee. Justbefore the alarm would have sounded I placed Claire's mug on hernightstand and gently kissed her on the forehead."Mmmmmmm," she murmured, eyes still shut. "That's nice. Is that coffee Ismell?" Her eyes.