I smooched very hard and fast. Meanwhile she squirted very hard like a river on my face and I opened my mouth and tried to drink as much possible. She... was a heavy squirter as before also I had made her squirt. I drank her juices and she became numb.After a while she rode me while I was seated and I held her waist and helped her go up and down. She rode me fast and hard. We smooched each other while I helped her fuck me. She was fucking me very hard and she increased her speed. She was moaning. ...maybe kiss you?" I whisper.Her smile is now a huge grin. "Silly! Then ask me, and I will, or maybe I just does the kissing first, yes?"She pulls me close and kisses me. I have never kissed a woman before, and I don't know what to expect. The warm feelings and kind of rush was not what I expected. I kiss back and we both enjoy it, and her arms pull me closer and wrap around me, and mine wrap around her waist.I am now totally into kissing a girl, and enjoying the hell out of it, but I have no. That in itself wasn’t unusual; out of a human population of eleven and a half billion, just over one million people were older than a hundred twenty; nearly a thousand were over a hundred fifty. Not one of these ultra-centenarians looked to be older than seventy, and most looked less than fifty. In his long life Paul had been everything from a rock star to an actor to a soldier to an underwear model to an engineer, and always, since they were both eight years old, he had been the best friend. But she was being so nice otherwise, always complimenting me on the work that I'd done, saying how beautiful I looked, giving me tips on making myself more beautiful, taking me to buy a new wig.'But she's my wife! I know she's sleeping around! With who?' I banged my hands with frustrating on the table. 'I love her,' I moaned, 'I need her... I need to clean for her and take care of her household and...' I stopped. Something was wrong with this line of reasoning. Wasn't I supposed to work? Didn't.