Apparently, Cindy told him everything including my hat and our early morning “mischief” as she called it.“Tom got really excited,” she wrote, ...��and he fucked me for the rest of the night, just like when we were on our honeymoon. This arrangement is working out beyond my dreams!”A few days later she wrote again. “How is Saturday night at the Renaissance Hotel at seven. Tom is buying us dinner.”“Fine,” I answered back. “C’ya @ 7.”Tom is a pleasant guy and a little nerdy. The first few minutes with. He removed his shirt, and turned to run the water, adjusting the temperature, for maximum relaxation. He turned back to her, and enveloped her into his embrace. He felt her tremble against him, and he decided to give her one last time to opt out of a sexual relationship. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ She answered him, kissing him on the mouth, while her hands were undoing his belt and the waistband button of his slacks. She watched his face, his eyes, as she ever so slowly, painstakingly. I had no trouble swallowing him as deep as I could go. I was already feeling like a cock slut that I am as Ski continued to fuck me hard and fast. His pumping was driving me insane as I moaned like a whore that I am.Soon ski pulled out,pulled his condom and busted his thick load of sperm in my mouth swallowing every drop.As ski crawled into the bed so I could suck him some more as he was gaining an upper edge to getting hard again Brent slammed his cock balls deep inside. "Hank nodded. "So what? I made a mistake, a stupid mistake, and it's all over now. Funny though, I'd have thought I was too old and experienced to be so stupid." Not too old at all. You're just right and, as for experience you have almost none having been faithful and untouchable for thirty years of married life." I suppose so or do you think it might be second childhood?" Ask me again when you're eighty. Am I on your agenda for tonight?" Yes, please, my love. You always are." Carry me of to.