He was squeezing my cheeks like he was making lemonade. His hands were strong and rough just like I like them. He was kissing me so hard. He grabbed m... ass and lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. I grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head. What a fine sight to see! We kissed again and I fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. Finally, his jeans and boxers fell to the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer. I could feel his cock, rock hard against me, my juices. "What time do you have to go get the kids?" Dad's picking them up," she replied between sips. "Forgot this stuff was so strong. Only had half of it. Mind if I smoke?"Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a joint and lit the end, drawing in deep. I'd never even tried it, the riskiest I had ever gotten was a regular cigarette. Figuring the opportunity might not present itself again, I told myself at least I could say I tried it and didn't like it. Taking a slow inhale, I blew the smoke out before. All that kept coming out from his lips were groans and cries until suddenly words began to flow. “Oh God. Oh God,” Joe cried out as if making his confession. Then came one huge groan; one huge continuous cry that echoed around the car. Danny watched as the facial contortions subsided and changed into a smile; a satisfied smile. The slurping sounds from Claire took Danny’s gaze downwards. She was sucking up the last droplets of cum from her fingers. Danny looked back up at Joe. He felt. Some chemistry, some energy ... Something that will turn on all my radars and senses. Still, I'm 40 years old. Although I look pretty good, at least that's what they tell me, what I'm not saying is that everything in ordinary sex has somehow become pale and I started to associate it with age. Exploring myself after a nasty divorce, I wandered around a lot in that regard and ended up experiencing a couple of some crazy adventures. Revealing thus one quite intense and sensitive, passionate part.