I began to raise and lower myself onto her cock. Slowly picking up the tempo, it wasn’t long before I was riding her cock like a sex starved addict....I began to moan with each thrust. My ass slapping on her thighs as her cock slammed into my ass. She began to moan herself. “Bill!” “Bill!” She was trying to tell me she was getting close, but I was in another world as I rode her cock. I didn’t hear her say that she was going to cum. I didn’t even hear her to tell me to get up so that she could cum. Atthat point I decided that if any of the rumors were true, it might be mylast night to go off and get drunk. The downstairs bar was quiet still,but the bartender was more than willing to take care of me on my initialtrip and the one after dinner.I barely remembered setting my alarm on my phone before crashing thatnight.The next morning, I was definitely paying for my stupidity of drinkingtoo much alcohol - and not enough water! I began rectifying that asquickly as I could in the bathroom. The. The wife I loved more than my own life, but died shortly after the birth of our daughter. I knew she would look just like her mother the very instant that I laid eyes on her in the hospital. The wild, curly, dark brown almost black hair, the exotic bronze skin tone, and her pouty soft pink lips. The only physical characteristic that she got from me are my eyes. We both have intense green eyes. Her mother had soft brown eyes. God help me, she even has my wife's body type...but better. She's. ” “You like cocks?” I asked—unnecessarily but I had to say something. “Of course!” “Where do you like them best?” “It’s funny,” she said, looking up at me seriously. “Strange, I mean. When I first saw a cock …” “How long ago was that?” “I was quite young But old enough, anyway. I wanted at once to kiss it and lick it and suck it. Of course I knew in theory that I had a particular hole between my legs specially designed for it to fit into, but it was years before I started putting it in there.”.