I remember hearing some sportsman saying that the more he practised, the luckier he got. If you substitute work for practice then that's me.On the plu...s side I have a large house complete with all the trimmings and drive around the country in my Aston Martin DB9 Volante (that's convertible for you lesser mortals). On the down side, even at 34, I have never had a steady relationship as I am forever driving around the country trying to maintain a lifestyle I'm no longer sure that I want.One. Older men who just wander around, looking for their next adventure. There is a toilet there with two stalls and a gloryhole between them. It was in this toilet that I discovered the thrill of voyeuristic sex for the first time. Quite a few times I have had a delicious meal there and someone has had tasty treats from me also. The hole is a perfect size and just the right distance from the floor. I had only read about gloryholes in stories and, until my first experience, but the thought of. She inhaled deep. "Jesus that head is thick." I slowly went deeper inside her. By now she'd thrown her thong to the ground and had her hands on my face. We were kissing again, in no time. I was fucking her so deep, she was so tightly clenched on my cock, I was so in lust. She was moaning, breathing hard, matching each thrust inside her. "God I'm cumming," she said. She pulled my hair with one hand—gently—and gripped the cushion of the sofa with her other hand. Her pussy really clamped down on. She swung out of bed and went to use the toilet and as soon as her legs came together she felt the soreness and she looked down and saw that her pubic hair had a crust and she noticed that her left breast had a love bite. More confused than ever she continued on her way to the toilet and as she passed by the vanity mirror she got a good overall look at herself. Her hair was damp and matted, she had hickeys on her neck, her nipples were bruised and there were dried white spots all over her face,.