They shared a mutual savor for the tang of the genital fluids. The naked pair cuddled and then spooned, letting the dwindling glow simmer them back to...sleep. —————————————————— Zack awoke with Tori’s contented slumbering presence warming his bed and body. They lay side-by-side, face to face. The aroma of dried sweat and leaked spunk, Tori’s damp vaginal musk on his face and the fresh sea air whiffing through the windows gave Zack contemplations of a final tryst. It would serve to round out his. I've had two failed marriages and jeopardized my present marriage several times. But now, with years of psychotherapy and proper pharmaceuticals, I'm in a relatively good place. That being said, nothing can completely control the bad days. Mental illness knows no boundaries and doesn't recognize social status, gender, or age.Despite my issues, I have always been a hard-working woman. I obtained my high school equivalent and started college at twenty-nine. I majored in sociology with a minor in. Feeling his hardness pressing against her belly she pulled back. She looked up into his eyes and then looked down to his waist, pulling back… her hands slid to his hips. She pushed down his pants over his waist, exposing the hardness of his desire, barley contained in a light linen shorts. He stepped back slightly, allowing her room for her hands to do their work. Sliding down his shorts, they stopped and were hung up on his cock head, she pulled them out and down. Finally free, his shaft. "Yes, Sal, I do," she murmured. "Take me!" Oh, cripes, cripes," he groaned -- but still made no move to do as she'd asked.So Charlene literally took matters into her own hands. She moved her fingers deftly and his zipper was open. She reached inside with one hand and got her fingers into his briefs. A moment of quick, desperate fumbling and she had his aching cock out into the open air.And in her cool hand."Do you want me to tell you about it?" she asked.He didn't even ask her what "it" was. He.