It wouldn’t take me long to make a salad, so I set to work.Back in the living room Lotti had moved her case and sat back in the armchair. Fay was st...ill sat on the carpet with her head on the seat of the sofa, in danger of drifting off to sleep. Sofi knelt obedient and unmoving. The pain from her nipples had eased now that they had sopped pulling her this way and that. She tried quietly to wriggle out of the bind on her wrists but Lotti’s knotting skills were too good, so she gave up trying. Her. And I hadn't even reached the good parts yet. I realized that she had locked her ankles behind my back, literally wrapping her legs around my neck. When I finally reached her honey factory she was already soaking wet. I nibbled her lips, I licked between them, I sucked her magic button, I put my tongue as far into her as I possibly could. She was like a woman possessed. Between moans she managed to gasp out "Move yourself around here -- I want to give you some too." She released her hold. It wasn't his fault that he was getting older. Truth be told, I was getting older. The only thing I had going for me was that some younger men were finding older women sexy. When I really thought about it, Chad was in very good shape for his age.I began to see the picture of a faithful man, who had some faults, but those faults were far outweighed by the goodness in him. My young lover would probably tire of me and then move on. What would I do then? I could probably entice a few more young. It was her husbands attempt to placate her a couple of times a month and usually on a weekend. He would indicate to her that he was interested and she would go into the bedroom, strip out of her clothes and wait for him. He would follow her into the bedroom, take off his clothes and get between her legs. He would slip himself inside, grunt a few times and cum and that was it. No foreplay, no kissing, no nothing, especially no orgasm for her ... no she had to finish herself off in the bathroom!.