Sweat is pouring off my face. You go limp beneath me, overwhelmed by the relentless assault. Suddenly, I thrust into you one more time and I stop, hol...ding myself inside you. This isn't how I want the experience to end, there's one more thing I want, and I'm too close to cumming again. I feel your body convulsing around me. The other woman has collapsed back onto the bed. My mystery woman knows what's next. I think you do too. She rises, releases the restraints on your wrists, and pulls you up. “Do I need to marry you to keep you as my wife?” Marilyn asked as she cuddled me in bed one night.“I love you so much, Marilyn. I am yours with a marriage license or not. I believe our estate is well-planned and other than that, who can put asunder what we’ve joined together. Again and again and again,” I giggled. And, as old as we were—in our sixties—we still enjoyed our physical relationship. We spent our nights holding each other in the master suite.There was always a back and forth in the. I could feel the weightof my (her) breasts on my chest and the tightness of the skirt she hadwore. I turned around only to see my body walking towards the localbar. "Hope she doesn't get me drunk."If it wasn't for body memory, I would have fallen over a dozen timesbefore I got back to her apartment. Walking with 2 inch boots was quitea mission. I turned the light on, dropped her keys and handbag on thetable and unzipped the boots. This body's name is Victoria Anderson.She is 27. Lucky for me,. He hadn’t been too wild at fucking into my face. I swallowed his nasty cum without choking for once. He pulled his quickly fading cock back into his pants and wandered away.Evondro filled the vacated gap behind my teeth with similar, low energy. His dick tasted of warm swamp and days old sweat. I gagged, unable to bring up enough saliva to cut the foul flavor. I was so thirsty. Pou’s cum, saltier than I’d ever tasted, was not helping. It was Huso’s determined cunnilingus that kept me from.