The sex was great. We would fuck for hours. She orgasmed again and again. I did not cum. This is something that I had grown to accept as part of my se...ual experience. Sex without a condom would take hours for me to climax. Sex with a condom certainly meant I was not cumming. Ashlynn was a typical type-A neurotic overachiever. She did not like giving up control. Not on birth control, she certainly would not risk having unprotected sex.There’s a thing that happens when you are fucking a girl. The chain of the ankle cuffs was indeed long enough to let me walk almost normally, so it wasn’t hard.We entered the elevator and she selected the appropriate level. I noticed that we were going even deeper and wondered how deep we actually were. I decided that I would ask that from her the next time I had the opportunity. More than likely, she wouldn’t be allowed to say, but there was no harm in asking.The elevator was quite fast and we arrived to the desired level. The doors opened and. But then, I thought of Doris. Doris and Jim. A classic couple, in the old sense. Two marrieds who finished each other's sentences, anticipated each other's thoughts. Sure, the fire of their passion might not be burning as brightly as it once had, but to have the flame still burning at all after a quarter of a century represented a real achievement, in my view.One day at lunch, I had a passing thought about transforming Phil. I started chuckling to myself when I thought at least he might. I moved over the bed and went on all fours waiting to be taken from behind. As I spied a very familiar rock solid cock in front of me aching to be tasted, someone obliged. I felt it deep inside me and I gave out a soft moan. Whoever was behind me was hitting the spot. I was barely able to give my son's cock much attention they were that good. They thrust inside me quicker and quicker, getting deeper every time. I was putty in their hands. I squirted, I don't often squirt but I managed it twice.