He made me to lie on the sofa. He removed his shirt and dhoti. Amazing! This old man had a hard erect mature 7 inch long cock. He got my whole cock in...his mouth. He was moving it in and out of his mouth. I was moaning deeply again. I reached ecstasy. But before my cum could come outside he stopped. Now he lied with his head towards my feet and his hard erect dick was over my mouth. He said “suck it now!” I had to get this hard mature dick into my mouth. I really felt the hardness. I thought to. . Well, maybe...From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974This series of stories is inspired from my own struggle with marginal Borderline Personality Disorder, but none of the persons, incidents, or depictions are real - in everyday reality or in my own personal realities. Each story stands on its own, but uses characters and references from other stories in the series.The over-riding theme of the series is BDSM, even though some of the individual. My cock was throbbing from this sensation. When he was fully in, he lay on top of me, began to kiss me, and started to gently pull his cock outward until only the head was still in. He then gently thrust in again. These gentle long strokes with his long cock were allowing me to fully experience this fuck.After a long time of gentle fucking, he pulled his dick out and turned me around. He placed me on my knees and started fucking me doggy style. His tempo increased and he became more aggressive,. Then we came to Mumbai on transfer. Here we go a Company accommodation at Thane.. In Mumbai my husband became busier. His office was at Colaba and so he was leaving house at eight in the morning and return by nine at night. Whole day I used to spend alone in front of TV. Even weekends he had to go to office and offshore duty. His tours to New Delhi were frequent. But whenever he went on tour outside he used to bring me some dress or sari. I had lost all interest in new clothe also.I once wanted.