I figured wrong. You took about half of my cock in your hot mouth and worked the rest with your fist. Your tongue swirled around my shaft as you blew ...e slowly and lovingly. And you knew how to make it last, too. Every time I started to stiffen and begin to thrust up as my orgasm approached, you squeezed the base of my cock to stem the tide. You did that about a half-dozen times, until I was begging for release, then you went to town, sucking and stroking. I tried to warn you that I was about. It’s feels so intimate, just me and him.“You’re getting to be really good at this sport. I think we should try and take this to the next level,” he says, and I blush wondering what he means.“You really think so? That means so much, especially from you!” I reply.“I worked you quite hard today . . . is your body feeling it?” he asks, running his eyes over me. While his eyes inspect my titties, I fantasize about holding my naked body up next to him.“Um, yeah actually, I feel kind of tired.” I. But the age difference was too much for his wife.Elizabeth was 23 years her husband's junior and, at first, was reasonably happy to be help-meet, housewife and mother to young Billy who was born just seven months after their hurried wedding. Life as an officer's wife was not bad and for many years Liz did her duty by her man as he did his to his country. That is, until Brad left for his second tour in Afghanistan when Liz was 28 years old and in the prime of her sexual needs.Billy was just. I like pussy, and this one felt good. Real good. I drew back and drilled into her a couple of more times despite her legs flailing and her trying to turn away from me.Now I was ready, cock hard and feeling good and it was slick from her pussy. I pulled the pillow off her face, she had it mostly worked off to the side anyhow from jerking around on the bed. I looked her square in the eye and told her, "I'm inside your pussy, slut." It pissed her off even more but I wasn't the slightest bit.