.You turn to me and say that let have a drink..You stand up and smile to me..That smile is so pretty...You pack your stuff and we go...On the way we p...ss some thick bushes, you grab my arm and you lead us in there. You kiss me and then you turn around..I start to kiss your neck as you push your ass against my crotch and start to rub it against my cock..As you feel that it is getting harder, you suddenly lean forward and grab a condom out of your bag..Then you kneel in front of me and slide my. Caressing them...he grips my hair and pulls me off his cock...he turns around...I spread open his manpussy...my tongue licking and digging deeper into this stud's butt...he quickly lifts me up and places me on the pool table...his mouth aggressively eating my white ass while one hand is jacking me roughly...he brings me to the edge of the pool table...grips his hard cock...without warning...just slams it deep into my hole...I scream!...he's gripping my legs high in the air...the more he fucks. ”My name is Steve Johnson; I was 41 when the confrontation I referred to took place. The woman was my ex-wife Joyce. When the meeting happened, we had been divorced for over 9 years. This is what happened to us.I am an alcoholic, and I quit drinking when I was 29 because I saw myself doing the same things my father and grandfather, both alkies, did. I am not, nor have I ever been, one of those who could not be around drinking, and I never made a big deal out of someone offering me a drink. I. I was immediately suspicious. Of course, I immediately put the sock to my nose and began to masturbate intensely, breathing in the sweat and perfume. She’s a big runner, so her socks always smelled of sweat and the perfume she used to mask the scent. I can’t remember what it was. It was intoxicating. However, after I finished jacking off and threw the sock to her side of the room, I could think clearly. It seemed too much of a coincidence that right after I jacked off looking at her feet with.