I was devastated. Here I was 34 years old and for all I could tell my life was over. I moped around for the better part of a year just going through t...he motions. I'd gone from having a man passionately in love with me who showered me with physical attention and affirmation to having my right hand be my only companion. And a poor one at that. I'd never been a big fan of masturbation, but for that year, my fingers were my only sexual outlet. At this point I should mention that since meeting my. Then my phone pings and I grab it to look. To my surprise I see the pictures I haven't seen in at least f******n years.My guy sees them too and scolds me, not for sending nudie pictures to some rando, but for not having them myself anymore and that he's never seen them before. All in good fun ofcourse. So I explain him the situation as I did to you just now and while I'm doing that my phone pings again. I'm not the kind of person that will grab it right away when I'm in the middle of a. I ... OOOOOOOOOHHHH...” A deep vaginal orgasm shook her to the core as my plunging cock sent her over the edge. I slammed it hard and deep and kept it there as she shook and trembled on my impaling member. She was like a spasming rag doll as she quivered and convulsed on my rock-hard erection. As her orgasm finished, I pulled slowly back and then drove it forcefully back into her again with a stirring motion of my hips.“Oh God ... not again ... AAAAAAAHHHH...” A second orgasm hit her as I. He slowly traveled down my ribs past my hips so that his hand rested against my now moist mound. Not breaking eye contact. ‘Are you sore at all?’ His voice was deep and husky. ‘A little.’ I broke out, my voice wasn’t as strong as his seemed to be. He spread my folds with his fingers, slowly stroking my tender flesh as if to soothe it. Inserting one finger, my breath caught and I closed my eyes to his skillful touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, he continued his rhythm of removing his.