The truth was, the forty-six-year-old really hadn’t needed much convincing, even if she didn’t want to admit that to herself. Her thoughts again d...rifted to the events of a day past when she and Sandra were finishing up the workday at the Food King Market. It wasn’t the greatest of jobs, Emily knew, but after the death of her husband she had to do something to supplement the provisions he’d left her. And it wasn’t like she was qualified to do much else.Emily had married Mark Byrnes right out of. I slowly tied her hands to the bedpost and then blindfolded her also. Her lips spread with a smile and I gave her just one message, for the next 2 hours, you will only open your mouth to take my cock or moan, but no talking, no questions and no conversation. Once she was tied up, I just ran my fingers on her entire body, getting her aroused; I rubbed a wet finger on both her nipples and licked her too. Then I rubbed my eyelashes on her nipplesHer nose, her neck, navel, tummy and pubis. I then. He just held her still as he used small powerful thrusts with the last inch of his cock while dumping his load into my wife.After about a minute he finished and pulled his deflating black penis from my wife's battered pussy. His cock was not quite as big now and when he walked around the couch and presented it to her for cleaning she gladly opened her mouth and licked him clean. He then said he would be back for more and she should call him when she wanted it. I couldn't believe the nerve of. , Sarah, after all these years," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You remembered." Frank, darling," June said, hugging him, "Your daughter will be entertaining her own children with that little rhyme of yours someday." Hey," old Pard'," Emmett said, "Isn't the Best Man supposed to be allowed to kiss the blushing bride?" Honey," June said, laughing. "Will you let me answer that?" Okay," Frank said, wondering what she had in mind. "Go ahead, Sweetheart."Stepping into Emmett's arms, June.