My tongue pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent tingles ricocheting down her legs and up her spine to her brain. Her hands fell ...o the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her entrails.Her moans were constant, muffled by her arms crossed over her face, as she rocked back and forth as my hungry mouth devoured her tasty ass, my fingers plunging into her sex in time with her rocking, thrusting. Ok, let's get started." She knelt behind me, and I felt something pushing into my ass, totally smooth and slightly oval. It pushed in about a half-inch deeper than her fingers could, and I felt it glide over my prostate. She slide it back and forth, and waves of pleasure surged through my ass."Ah, there it is," she said, replying to my moaning. "Now, I'll just set it on vibrate and leave it here. Oh, you might be strapped down for an hour or two, so let me get you a pillow for your face." She. Only his eyes have never changed: old, with a stark wisdom of bitter years, a charm that comes of long experience with weighing and sifting the essential and dismissing the ephemeral without offense, and an irony that comes from realizing that life is a battle fought in inevitable retreat.That, at least, has changed: advances in genetics and quantum shifts have made possible advances in the battle of life, but the price is the change that goes with that.Over the past year, you have explored how. I want more juice."One of Carol's hands made a beeline for her clit and the other for her breasts. She immediately began vigorously diddling herself, while never taking her eyes off the spoon.I moved it over the bowl and tipped it again.I looked at Carol, "Are you dripping wet yet?" As if I couldn't see for myself, my eyes being closer to her pussy than hers were.She wasn't yet, but she was getting wetter as I watched. She groaned, "Soon. Very soon."When I judged she was wet enough to provide.