The dress also clung tight to her body showing her firm breasts and curves. Her silver heels topped off a very sexy look which didn’t go unnoticed b... John. Suddenly Susan’s hand was unzipping my pants as she turned my head to face her and leaned in to kiss me. I accepted without hesitation her hand entered my pants and began massaging my growing cock. We never broke the kiss as she eventually had my cock out wanking me. I moved my hand up her smooth legs not stopping as I reached the hem of her. “you- you little SHIT!” she screamed “i'll have you pay for this you worthless fu- her sentence was cut short with another resounding slap. And again, again, and again, the harder I hit the harder I got. When I finally stopped one eye was puffed up and a small stream of blood was dripping out of her mouth. I got even harder -which at that point I didn't think was possible- at the sight. I sub-consciously started stroking my cock through the pajamas. She saw this with her one good eye and it. Running hard. Her arms are around my shoulders. The wind whips our hair into a mass of knots. It is cool enough our jackets feel good but not so cold as to give us an ice cream headache. We lean into the curve. The bike starts to drift just a bit. I crack the throttle to power us through the curve and to correct the drift. We race the full, bright moon. The moon is winning, although we are running a close second. The vibration from the engine makes its way through the soles of our boots, seeps. I wasn’t going to let him get off that lightly. ‘Why, I thought sex got better as you aged – mine has. So, what happened?’‘It was Beth. About 10 years ago, she got religion and got it into her head that sex was – as she said – not good for us anymore. And since then we have not made love at all. It has been so frustrating’.‘I bet it has, do you still get urges, Joe?’Virtually every day, that’s why I have to take myself in hand so much’.I had an idea. ‘Don’t throw those pics away, maybe you and.