Yeh mera first time tha main lund ko chut ke pas legaya lekin undar dalne main asamartha ( frienkly friends I was confuse ) tub unhone apne hatho se m...re lund ko undar dal diya or khud unhone he niche se upper thaka mara, fir mera lund unki chut main asani se chala gay chut fati hue thi thodi badi thi or puri tarah se gili ho chuki thi, fir to mera lund bhi tav main aagaya or 4 inch ka soya sap mano 7 inch ka azgar ban gaya or useh bhi maza ane laga or who n zane kyu apne mooh se awaz nikal. "Pam thought for a moment and said, "I know that many women connect sex with love. I'm not one of them. There are some of us that just like to have a nice physical relationship with another man and then its back to our husbands. I don't know if Wendy is this way. I hope she is because she'll be making a big mistake if she doesn't come running back to you. Give her some time. This lifestyle is still very new to her."Pam's words made sense and made me feel better. I rolled over and gave her a. His dick throbbed from the pressure. She matched him thrust for thrust. Making eye contact, their spirits intertwined. Moment by moment they gave themselves over to passion, until there was no space between them, just two sweating bodies bound together like icing on a cake. The depth of their hunger for something missing in life was naked between them, a mutual need for release. Fate brought them together. Swain’s hand stroked away the stray strands from her forehead. His slow rhythm gave way. He was whinging on about something and she said “just go and sit in the car you miserable sod”, as he walked away she turned to me and said “he’s a boring old fart” I laughed and so did she. She was Eileen, 66 years old, 5’3” about 14 stone and been married for 40 years to the boring old fart. She was wearing black skirt a black blouse and a typical winter black coat.As I stood up to leave so did she, she asked me where the toilets were I said I didn’t know, she asked a waitress and the girl.