Two goddamn words. If sex was a language, he was speaking it. She wondered how many women he’d used that voice on.“No. I don’t,” she said, as ...firmly as possible.He stepped a little closer to her and she backed away instinctively.“You know, since the day you left, I’ve thought about this. About what you’d say if I showed up. What you’d do.” He was still moving, forcing her to step back into the living room. His eyes flicked around the furnishings before settling briefly on the top of the. At 52 I'd recovered from the loss of my first wife and was seeking companionship of the female persuasion.I'd had a couple of one night stands but nothing that even felt close to being a candidate for a relationship. Most of these one night stand women had much more emotional baggage than I was carrying.I'd had a short but hot long distance affair with a woman from Tennessee that fucked my brains out when we could get together. She could suck like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. But she was just. I could feel his cum running out of my ass as he pulled his cock out. My ass, balls and the backs of my legs were covered with his cum. He said, "That was a great fuck, now suck my cock clean!"His cock was dripping cum and slowly softening and looked incredible. I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean tasting his cum and my ass. He then pulled his cock out of my mouth zipped up his pants and left the room. I was still extremely horny even though I had just shot my cum. I noticed another. But it wasn’t.There was more going on than meets the eye ... because we weren’t ... meeting the eye ... any eye. I wondered if the animals noticed our passing ... not that there were any animals in hearing distance. The noise along the creek was loud. Kids playing, moms yelling or chatting up the neighbors, motors running, men swearing at empty pans or exclaiming at a picker or a nugget ... LOUD ... no animals.At the carpark the few people still in attendance were unloading or loading,.