Rosalind was 58 when we met and I, 62. The last thing either of us wanted for our memories of our first time together is that it would be rushed or do...ne in exhaustion. Transatlantic travel is still a pretty grueling experience in terms of the hours you travel, the many lines in which you wait and countless other hassles draining ones coping skills. Morning was the right time for us. I spooned up against her and said, “Baby I want you rested enough to fuck me inside out in the morning.” “Count. I guess the strangest thing about coming back here is the circumstances. I'm back here for the funeral of a man who was as close to me as a brother for most of my life. Growing up, there were four of us. They called us the Musketeers, because we were always together and it was all for one and one for all like the Musketeers. If you messed with one of us, you had to deal with all of us.Now, of the four of us, I was the only one who wasn't crippled or dead. It's really surprising when you. He began to pick up pace and started mouth fucking me ferociously! I loved it! His cock was hitting the back off my throat as his balls slapped against my chin! After 20 minutes Of him fucking my mouth, I Grabbed his cock and I started deep throating him. I would go all the way down till my tongue was able to reach his balls and I would stay there for 30 seconds. He loved it and I did too! After another thirty minutes of deep throating him I got up, walked a few feet away from him, arched my. As we didthat two large bowls were placed between us. A dice in each. My heartsank as I realised that at some stage my face was going to, again, be ina bowl of urine. And by the looks of it, it was going to be mine and Kensurine. It may sound wierd, but the thought of putting my face in a bowlof a guys urine seemed so much more gross to me than putting my face in abowl of womens urine. Anyway, sure enough, once we'd completed weeing,the girls filled one bowl with Kens wee, and the other with.