One could only imagine how slick her skin felt with the soap on it. He dabbed a finger into the suds, putting them on her nose when she did the same t...o him. Eventually she lay back in the suds–enjoying them and the foamy sensation they had on her. He stood to look at himself in the mirror above the sink. By this time his body hair had all but vanished–his pores were beginning to close. The hair on his head was so thick, he had to wear it differently–slicking it back when the hair above his. I didn’t really even want to do this and I hurried and worked him as hard and fast as I could. He was so hot and horny that it didn’t take very long before he exploded. Just as he was starting to cum he again said one word, “swallow,” and began to spray his seed down my throat. I gulped and swallowed and obediently took his seed down my mouth. It made me feel more like an object but it was what it was. He put his cock away and drove me the rest of the way home and made me kiss his cheek. In the message, the sender told me that her name was Hazel, that she was sixty five and she'd been divorced for several years and my stories were a great comfort to her when she was between boyfriends. I wrote back thanking her for her encouragement and asked them to tell me how they were a comfort to her. I knew but I wanted her to tell me. She wrote back that it made her really wet and they'd actually masturbated while reading it, cumming several times while she did. Somehow the thought of a. I collapsed on top of her lying without any movement for ten minutes. Then I asked “pooja kaisa lag raha hai? Maja aaya ki nahi. She said nothing and covered her eyes with her hands, as she was feeling shy. I removed her hand and kissed her lips and asked again and she said bahut aacha laga ab hum dono rooj milenge.We both relaxed a while lying side by side and my hands resting on her boobs. I again started pressing them and pooja turned towards me and said “kya phir se taiyar ho gaye kya” “aaj.