I grabbed a chair and listened to her story. ‘Well, Mr Jenkins, do you want to hear the life story or just the last couple of weeks?’ she smiled. ...��First off, call me Ed please. I have nothing but time and I want you to stay around as long as possible so please give me the long version.’ ‘We do have to catch our bus tonight so I’ll give you the shortened long version, if that makes any sense,’ she laughed. She wasn’t only funny, she was damn nice to look at. Damn, why was I so old. Rachel came. Ithink one of the worst things was that her breasts were still producingmilk and she had to use this breast pump thing on them three or fourtimes a day to empty them. Christine isn't shy when she's pumping herbreasts, she just does it wherever she happens to be when it's time -pretty much ignoring her surroundings or who else is present in the room.So there have been a number of times when I've seen her doing it - now,It's not like I'm a peeping tom or anything but when she starts doing itwhen. It was a feeling that I has never felt before in my life. He finally told me to turn back around. He gave my cock one last big lick then asked, “Have you ever been face fucked?” I shook me head no. he stood back up, so I figured I should get on my knees. He put his cock in my mouth and started humping my face. I always liked the idea of rough sex, so this was heaven for me. I held on to his ass as he pounded his dick into my mouth. He continued fucking my face as I moved my tongue around a bit.. ‘This… is.. the… important…. part,’ he gasped, ‘you… mustn’t…. spill… a…. droooooooppppppp.’ My mouth was suddenly filled with his semen. His cock pulsed over and over again, pumping the semen into my mouth. I tried to join his rhythm and drink down the hot cum with each pulse of his cock. I was successful for the most part and did my best to not spill a single drop. When he was finished he fell back onto the floor and spasm-ed dramatically. I had a mouthful of semen and felt a sudden urge to.