..you pull out of my pussy and put your cock up to my hole...you ask me if I am sure...tell you yes...you tell me that it is going to hurt bad at firs......ask me if I want you to put something on your cock so it will go in easier...tell you no...just do it...you start to put your cock head in and I freeze...tell me to try to relax...it won't hurt as much...you put a bit more of your cock into my hole...tell me that it is hard for you not to ram your cock in cuz it feels so tight and good to. I have to get my cock out now and begin to masturbate at what I am watching and hearing on our home PC.Within seconds my gorgeous wife is wearing just her black bra and panties, hold ups, stilettos and leather cuffs around her wrists ankles and a collar around her neck.She's placed onto the bed on her hands and knees with her bottom sticking up in the air - the brunette now starts to whip her, starting gently at first then slowly getting harder as she gauges my wifes tolerance to pain, which is. Sensing her reticence, Kevin wrapped his fingers in her hair, applying sufficient force to press her face to his gooey tummy. Chloe inhale some up her nose as the rest coated her lips and she fought to breathe. When Kevin's grip eased, her tongue lapped at the sticky pool like a thirsty kitty. She circled, vacuuming up the surplus, ensuring every stray splash was consumed and his stomach left spotless. Without needing further prompting she took the softening cock in hand, feeding it into her. Then came the warnings, hot and cold but brushed aside. Soon after my fifty-third birthday, however, it didn’t happen. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's declining libido, from twice a week to once or less, his saddle lacking its.