The leaderof the group was the old man who sat in the stone chair.He had a cane in one hand, and a scar down the right side of his face,both over and ...nder his right eye. The scar was clearly very old, butsometimes in her dreams it seemed raw as if it had just happened. Butit was morning now, and she had stuff to do today.It was time for her counselling session, and then one of her former co-workers had somehow talked her into going to lunch with him. It wasn't aromantic thing, as he knew her. My excitement was tempered by the realization that anyone watching me would see a man in a state of pathetic and shameful desperation. With that thought, I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. I threw the clothes into the washing machine and started the machine as I caught my breath. My penis was dripping inside its own panties.I finished cleaning up the kitchen before coming back to wash the bedsheets. The sheets were too big to put in the machine, so I had to hand wash them on the tiled stone. As she reached his groin, she even did things with his testicles in her mouth he’d never thought of. Finally, when his erection was about to explode, she took it in her mouth and her tongue set it off. When he finished she swallowed and gave him a kiss without tongue.“Now you do the same with me.”With the example she had set he delighted in his first time ever getting to know a woman’s body so thoroughly. Just as he had, she made appreciative noises as he reached erotic zones. When he worked. . the thought was enough to push me over the edge as I started to spurt, and he plunged one last time into me as he came as well. After, he pulled out, leaving my ass open as he smacked it again. In moments, I felt more cum dripping onto my face. "A little something from the condom. I want my sluts to be healthy, after all." As I lay there panting from my first fuck, I felt him grab me and the stool, and drag me away from the wall, closer to the center of the room, and there I stayed. He.