‘I didn’t see this in your bookcase’ Becky said. ‘Are you familiar with it?’ ‘Familiar with ‘The Joy of Sex’?’ I asked. ‘I have be...n for almost a year now.’ ‘I mean the book, you turd’ Becky admonished. ‘Yes I am familiar’ I told her. ‘I used to have this in my previous life but I lost custody of it when we divorced, and up until you came along I didn’t need it. I’m trying to imagine what she could be doing with it now but I’m drawing a blank. Probably a door stop or a plant holder’ ‘I figured. I was at home watching coverage of the APEC conference on TV when I saw her standing in the background. It doesn't matter how many years go past you never forget your first lover. My heart skipped a beat and I peered at the TV to see if I could see her again. I could not believe my ageing eyes and was yelling at the TV (like idiots do) to pan across to the other side where she had been standing. Damm they cut to an add break.I grabbed my phone and rang my friend I gave him as much information. We stood, holding each other up, catching our breath. Stephen raised his hand to his mouth and, looking at me, ran his sweet, thin tongue over the back of his hand and wrist and I watched as my semen began coating his tongue. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his, our tongues lashing furiously, and I tasted my own cum for the first time. Stephen pulled back and asked, "Do you like that?" I answered by eating his still fresh cum from my own hand and returned my. It feels so wonderful inside that I cannot help but moan. I slowly push in deeper and deeper until my balls are pressed tightly against you. I love how you reach under and massage them gently. I slide outward just as slowly, almost all the way, until the head appears between your lips, before sliding back into you. Long slow strokes, our bodies meld. We breathe in unison as the pleasure builds along with the pace. You raise both hands over your head, clenching the pillow as I plunge into your.