I soon began to learn her routine as each morning, when she got up she would go directly to the bathroom and take a quick shower before going out to t...e kitchen wearing her mid-length slinky robe and slippers. I started timing our morning encounters listening for her to turn off the shower giving her time to towel off and wrap herself in her robe before stepping out of the bathroom. I would seem to just step out of my room wearing only my boxers covering my morning hard on, and accidentally. I started to cum and I moved my fingers away from my clit before it became overstimulated. I came for quite a while and as I recovered I pushed my left fingers back into the used condom. I wanted more of those powerful orgasms; normally my cums weren't all that strong, possibly because of the T treatments.This time I made sure to push my spermy fingers deep inside the unconscious beauty. I stayed away from my clit and pushed my right middle finger into my own pussy. It felt good!I noticed. ”I had no idea who she was, what she looked like, or where she lived. For all I knew, she might have been a 90-year-old Ukrainian babushka; or even a guy. People have no gender in cyberspace. And status isn’t determined by looks or money. You rise, or fall, by your intelligence.Biff was the smartest person I have ever known. We chatted for two continuous years. It wasn’t just a few messages. We would go back-and-forth for hours each day. Normal people wouldn’t have as much sustained. SU VELLO PUBIANO PARECÍA NO HABER SIDO DEPILADO NUNCA. EN REALIDAD SE LE RECORTABA SÓLO EN EL VERANO PARA USAR SU TANGA, ME DIRÍA LUEGO.EL OLOR DE SU SEXO, MEZCLADO CON LA LÓGICA TRANSPIRACIÓN Y GOTAS DE ORINA DE UN DÍA SIN BIDET ME ENLOQUECIERON. MIS LABIOS SE MEZCLABAN CON ESE VELLO PUBIANO SALVAJE Y MI BOCA LLEGÓ A UN CLÍTORIS JOVEN, COMO HACÍA AÑOS NO COMÍA. ELLA SE AGARRÓ DE LOS BARROTES DE LA CAMA Y COMENZÓ A GEMIR.SENTÍ QUE ALGUIÉN JUGABA EN MIS NALGAS, CUANDO QUISE DARME VUELTA PARA VER.