It felt good to have his wet tongue licking and sucking on her asshole. "Clean my asshole good! And when you're finished, you can stick your big beaut...iful cock right up my ass and fuck the shit out of me!" I'm finished now!" Pete panted. "I had a good taste of your hot ass and now I'm going to fuck it! I'm going to like that even better!"The horny boy put lots of spit all over his big stiff cock, then he guided it to Susan's tiny asshole. Pretty soon his cock was sliding right into her tight. She had kicked her deck shoes off as she came in, and rubbed her foot on the floor, checking if it was clean. It was, and she laid down on the bare floor, pulling him down with her. The only thing he had on was his socks. He guided her onto her back and leaned down to kiss her some more. His hands went wild, caressing, rubbing, and touching every part of her. Except for a small bit of sag to her breasts and butt, she could pass for a much younger woman. His own ex-wife had been nearly 40, and. .... “You don’t remember me, do you?”. I knew he seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him. “Do you remember Terry?” My heart skipped a beat; I was engaged to Terry ten years or so earlier when I lived in Phoenix, but I got tired of his “Me” attitude and broke it off when I moved to Denver. I was the only boyfriend he had that had dumped him, he even moved to Denver to try and to get me to change my mind, but monogamy with him was such a chore and I was making new friends, lovers, and. Lake had stained his heart. They’d tried, Juna and he, but they had come to learn that when you engage futility long enough, you reach a point where you either embrace the emptiness or cut your losses and bolt. Juna bolted. Because Mace already had. His fingers were moving rhythmically now, with longer seesaw strokes in each of her tunnels. “You’re just pissed off at yourself,” he told her. His fingers…one went in while the other went out. “Because you fucking bolted. And because I was.