My eyes are bleary. My mouth feels like it is full of cotton wool. I can feel the warmth of your body to one side of me. I can just hear the shallow b...eath of you sleeping. I can feel the telltale signs of a disheveled bed around me & the pliable but firm casing of your vibrator under my pillow. My body hair is stiff and matted with the previous evening's sweat and come, and the sweet scent of hard sex lingers in the air. The hotel is full of noises. Maids cleaning rooms. Couples collecting. To aid in the process she decided to leave the bra out of her outfit for the day. She had noticed that guys had been staring at her chest a lot lately- her titties had gotten bigger in the last year or so (her bra size was now 36 C). When she was cold or became excited her nipples would get vey stiff and long which attracted even more attention! She squirmed into a pair of short-shorts and pulled on a white cotton top made of thin material. She walked out of the house and strolled the 2. I still loved my wife but, through no fault of her own, she lost interest in sex. I was happy enough to make do occasionally wanking off to internet porn. Lots of occasions. I loved to watch some lesbian fun.Anyway my life seemed to be chuntering along reasonably when the tragedy occured. I was knocked off my feet. And I started to think. I had not long turned 50, I reckoned I had about 20, maybe 30 years left on the planet....and I'd struggle to hit 20 if genetics were anything to go by. I. I slowly extracted it from her then infused it, building up in rhythm and strength as Rhonda gratefully accomodated it until her first orgasm. Her pussy elongated and quivered around my cock, cuing me for deeper penetration, I brought her to another climax before raising her legs to place her feet on my shoulders.Rhonda. now sated deeper, moaned and cried out in disbelief. The cock was filling her, erasing neglect and abandonment filling her as she had never been filled in months. years.