"What? Are you serious?" I'm just thinking back to those times we fooled around. Remember?" Yeah," he nodded. "That was fun." But I guess now that you...'ve got a girlfriend, we can't do that any more." Lissa, I'm sorry." No, it's all right, really. I'm happy for you, Jeff. And I don't want you to worry about me. I'm not interested in having a boyfriend right now, but I think it's great that you have a girlfriend. It's just what you need." So you're okay with it? If it bothers you at all..." It. He’ll be forty-eight next week. He doesn’t feel that old. He feels youthful and powerful, grabbing the ass of his eighteen-year-old lover. She gropes his dick through his pants before she leaves, smiling mischievously as she walks out the door. He’s horny again already.When his wife comes home he tries to alleviate that frustration, but she isn’t up for it, so he settles for jacking-off once she’s asleep. He thinks about only Alyssa. * Owen blows out the abundance of candles on his cake, and. I grabbed the last bags and decided to put them behind the driver’s seat. That meant I had to bend WAY over and reach across to the other side of the truck. I am a bit of a showoff and don’t mind a bit letting folks get a good look at my pink parts. Sneaking a peek over my shoulder I almost broke out laughing. That kid’s eyes were about to pop out of his head.“Watcha looking at Skippy?” “Lady I don’t know if you know it but when you bend over I can see your umm, ahh...” “My what? Snatch? Twat?. .geez was she pleasingly tight...she had me encircled more surely than a ring barked tree...Rachel’s arsehole was a crimped flesh cocoon of total pleasure...my cock wrapped in her butt crack....swathed in bum hole delight...sheathed like a pecker needs to be on a Saturday ...or any day for that matter...enveloped in man happiness...God I loved indoor soccer.The blissful sequence building for two in her charming back door...a pair of butt lovers and Rachel’s rear indentation was a crack to.