And no, Woody wasn't my lover. He's a dear friend that likes to look after 'his little girl'. Of course, he's got a few dozen little girls to look aft...er, and a couple of them are old enough to be his mother." Don't worry. I can hear those dirty thoughts percolating through your dirty little mind, picturing all sorts of dirty little scenes. Woody is the maintenance man for the apartment complex I live in. He considers every woman in there, regardless of age or looks, his little girl. And yes,. Michelle and I laid beside each other totally satisfied from the ride every woman wants once in their life. We knew this would not be all for the day but we needed a little time to recover. The orgasm intensity is so much greater from a huge cock it's hard to describe. Ant positioned himself between us. We both rolled up on our side rubbing his magnificent cock even soft. After a few minutes we got in the pool to cool off.Once in the pool we couldn't keep our hands off his cock. He was taking. " Well I suppose that might work," he conceded, "but what about having sex with her." Again nothing couldn't be easier, just tell her that you are her boyfriend or husband," I replied."No, I don't think that would work," he mused, "but it might be fun to try," he laughed."Well if you decide to try, let me suggest Kim," I offered."Yeah, she sure is a doll," he conceded.Bob and I really got on well, he was a divorcee like me and we had dinner together a few times. One night after a good dinner. ” We stood almost breast to breast, looking straight into each other’s eyes, my words hanging in a silence that was broken only by the sound of our breathing. For a moment neither of us moved; then, with exquisite slowness, our mouths met gently, separated, and then came together again with greater urgency, lips parting, tongues probing, breathing punctuated by sighs and moans. As we embraced, she gently turned her body from side to side so that the swell of those magnificent breasts rubbed.