I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were eating some lovely home cooking instead of institutionalized food.’ ‘No, I’m fine thanks. I know you ...uys are flat out and that you’re really busy with your kids as well as work. I’m OK. You’ve got your own lives to lead now.’ ‘OK, if you insist, Dad. But remember there’s always a place for you at home if you want it. It must be very lonely here, but I guess there’s lots of people around so you wouldn’t really be lonely, would you?’ ‘There are two types. Since then, the sexual element of our friendship was a bit of a roller coaster. I still don't think her husband knew about it -- that is, except when he and I were fucking his wife together.My fond friend of now 12 years was always the best sex I had, no matter how we were doing it. This time was no exception. I rarely saw Jessie since she moved out of state not long after that first time we slept together, and I even less seldom fucked her just to myself, so I cherished this moment. Like I. The conversation was however rather stilted. She sat far apart from me, her handbag & vanity case placed between us. She wore lightly tinted sunglasses and most of the time gazed out the window, trying to avoid looking at me. After a few half-hearted attempts at reviving the conversation, I too lapsed into silence, taking my time to properly look at her. She was dressed in a fashionable, expensive looking salwar-kameez outfit with a generously proportioned neck opening. She had put on perhaps. Although she kinda liked the discomfort.As she brought him closer to orgasm, he took her face in his large hands so he could thrust more easily. She immediately put both her hands behind her back and he slowly and gently thrust into her throat. He couldn't hold the slow and gentle forever though. The sight of his huge black rod pushing into her innocent looking mouth, and her small body writhing in pleasure on the bed excited him a great deal. Finally, with a loud yell, he began spurting his.