She knew just how to bring my body alive, with her years of experience she could read me like a book. Using all her skills at titillating, she had me ...oaning and writhing with the pleasure surging through me. She kissed and caressed her way down till I felt her hands on my thighs, inviting me to open my legs to give her the freedom of my pussy. All I could do was to oblige her and opened them wide, enjoying the pleasure from her searching tongue. I gave out a little cry as my orgasm hit, going. He was a bit tense. He was trying a bit too hard at first. But as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, governed by my suction, I noticed it began to swell a bit. It was both longer and thicker than my husband’s was but it wasn’t freakishly huge. I don’t know if it was the size or the smell or the fact that he still had his foreskin that made his cock seem so different, but it was different and I loved it.”My God, it feels good. It’s been so long since it’s felt good…” He was breathing a bit. I moaned, as he did so. You love that dont you, my Jessy, He said, suggestively. Uh hum, I replied. Oh god it felt so good, once he began to slide in and out slowly. I let out a small sigh of pleasure, followed by moans. As he slowly built up his speed of fucking me, I would thrust back into him ever so slightly. Until, we were like a machine of flesh and muscle. I was more into this action, then worrying about gripping the bench or stool properly and almost lost balance. He was driving me. Margo, still not believing, examined both Raquel and Tamara to be sure they had not colored their hair in some way, but there was only hair that had unaccountably turned white overnight.Margo was still unconvinced however, so the following night Cynthia was Wilhelm's overnight companion and her hair too was pure white the following morning.Unable to explain the anomaly, Margo began to become convinced that perhaps the legend was indeed true and more importantly that Wilhelm, the man with whom.