" Why would she?"'I'm a desperate, middle aged, lonely old pervert," he thought.He blew it, blew it big time!Another tear unexpectedly rolled down his... sunken cheek and slid down into his mouth. It tasted salty. Salty, like the sea. He read once that if your tears taste salty, it means they are real, not crocodile tears. They really come from the heart.She walked down the sidewalk toward the train station.' It got her here, now it can take her back, ' she thought. She hoped to catch the latest. It wasn’t even a forwarded thing. She’d screen-shotted, if that’s a word, something that she then uploaded, just so she could attack it as if she were replying to the author. I thought my mom was really funny with what she wrote but If the author had read what she wrote on Facebook, he would have crawled into a hole and shat himself.The thing was, it was like a personal ad looking for the perfect match and I felt like that perfect match could be me! I didn’t know anything about the originator. He moved herlegs over his shoulders so that he could go deep and hereally put the meat to my young wife. She’d finishedher orgasm and was obviously working on another when hesuddenly announced he was going to cum inside hershaking violently as he buried himself in my wife tothe root. His body continued shaking as he shot spurtafter spurt of hot sperm into my wife’s body convulsedfor nearly a full minute before finally collapsing uponmy wife’s body with his cock still imbedded. If his six inch cock wasn’t already hard enough, it got harder as James licked and sucked Liz’s pussy as she moaned. “Oh god, Oh god,” she screamed. “I’m coming.” Her entire body erupted, convulsing as the orgasm shook her body. “I want to feel it,” Liz moaned, hugging James and pulling his head close to her breasts. “I want to feel you inside me, James.” James obliged but not without a little teasing first. He slowly rubbed the head of his penis over her clit, running it over and around her.