.......she was thirty-eight years old tonight. She had been having sex of one kind or another since she was fifteen.....................so many lovers...................she remembered telling Tom, her special lover when she was nineteen, that she thought she might have fucked a hundred men and boys before she was with him......now at thirty-eight, she truly had no idea, but it occurred to her, as Julian kept pushing into her, that vaginal sex, these days, sort of felt the same most of the time,. “What?” he asked, then he saw where she was looking. “Oh, I just tied a rope around your leg and dragged you,” he said, when he realized what she had asked.“But that’s two miles!” she exclaimed, then realized he was actually teasing her, obviously grateful that they were talking again, even though the things that really needed to be said remained silent between them. “That was sweet of you. You could have just left me there,” she told him. ‘It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been left to rot at. I need to adjust the bulge in my jeans to accommodate a wayward thought of standing right against you, my belt and jeans buttons undone and your skirt raised two inches more. You flash me a smile as you walk past me, twirling at a strand of your hair. You see my hand slip into my jeans pocket. Your footfalls echo through the room as you approach the rear bookcase wall. I think my heartbeat does as well, while I watch your figure stride confidently as you tug at the twist in your hair with one. Her excitement grew as Colin's skilled tongue worked its magic and his fingers invaded her, by now sopping cunt."Going to cum!" She screamed and pulled his head hard into her groin. "Fucking eat me! Drink my cunt juice, oh fuck, now!"Colin had tasted Dawn's cunt juice a hundred times, but tonight his mouth was deluged in her salty, sticky, juice. She had always produced copious amounts of fluid, but tonight he was hard put not to choke as he drank it down."Oh fuck, lover. That was one of the.