"Shall we continue?" Jean Pierre asked."Yes. Fuck me," Jason didn't know where those words came from.Jean Pierre smiled as he moved off of Jason and m...oved to his bedsidedrawer. Jason heard Jean Pierre rummage for something and when heturned towards him he saw a bottle of lube in his hand. Jean Pierresqueezed a good amount into his hand and coated his cock with it. Hethen moved back onto the bed and squeezed another dollop into his hand.This time he covered two of his fingers and moved them to. I have to figure out a story to get a weekend away from my wife, without arousing her suspicion. That will be the difficult part. I have not posted any photos of myself, but I send a photo of my face to you. I am much older than you, older than your father, but that's part of what you like about our chats. You are also younger than my own daughter. When you see my picture, you realize that I don't look bad for an old guy, and not creepy. That was your biggest concern. Later I send a photo of my. Real love is a wonderful gift because that day I got the best sex I ever had in my whole life and I really did everything I could do to give even her an unforgettable day. When we were dressed again she told me, "I wish my husband was as you are."I replied, "I wish I was your husband."She looked deep in my eyes but did not reply. Both of us understood that it was the very beginning of the love story of our lives. Anne wasn't the first married woman in my life. I had fucked several of them but. It’s all good fun.”She giggled. “Yes, I suppose I should.”“I’ll get you one for you to use here,” he told her. “Is the one you have at home a big one?”“No, it’s quite a small one.”“You need a nice big thick one,” Paulo said. “One that will remind you of me. One that you can use between my visits.”I could see his fingers busy moving between her thighs. “You intend seeing me then after this holiday?” Sue asked him.“Yes, Sue. I do want to see you again,” he replied. “Why, don’t you want to see me.