Now when I see beautiful things I see waste. I see time wasted. I see days upon days melted away into nothing. Pictures that bring back no memory, fac...es that no longer make my pulse race. When I see beautiful people, I feel sorry for them. Beautiful people have so much further to fall, so much more disappointment to feel, when at last the final glow fades from their cheeks and that sparkle dies in their eyes. When their lovers look upon them with no surprise, no thrill. When every kiss tastes. John dropped his pants as Ronnie went to her knees and slid her mouth down his dick, John leaned against his desk as she sucked and I dropped my pants got behind her, pulled her ass up and slid my dick in her cunt. He asked if 2 cocks was her limit and she mumbled no, John just smiled and gripped her head and started sk**ding his dick in and out, I was close to cumming when she started clinching then John filled her mouth with cum, marking her swallow twice. With empty balls and a dripping. Fast approaching the magical age of thirty nine, Sarah discovered that vigorous exercise reduces the seemingly ever increasing levels of stress, tension and frustration that she experiences from having to sleep alone at night; vigorous exercises along with a battery operated vibrator to sooth her "aching muscles".Sarah, if she was being honest, would admit that in her teens and early twenties, she gave little consideration to her physical appearance, seldom wearing make up and usually allowing. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back down and rubbed the shaft and imagined that her lips were kissing the head, then surrounding it. Her body moved up and spun around, leaving his on the bed, but her knees stayed inside him so they were still connected, and her ghostly lips moved down and tasted him. The feel of lips on his penis was enough to bring Bob to an orgasm. "I love you Janelle! I love you!" His voice.