Roses where cheeks should be.Hair, straight and blondeAs poured honey,Framing the beautyOf her face.Her sparkling eyesOverflowingAnd effervescentAs go...lden wine.It is her innocence no lessThan her lovelinessThat makes meHard with desire,With the need to becomeOne with her,Inside her.2In profile, in the limelight,She stands against a blue, mottled background,Wearing a blue jacket with a satin collarSlid down over her biceps to hangFrom her forearms, down her arched back,Head back, face. I had lots of practice to suck and endure the full length when deep throated. I had all the skills to handle the balls, massaging, pulling, stretching, licking and sucking the huge mound; one by one while keeping the suction at place and make the joy of balls play as intense and powerful as it could be. Without a doubt, I was an expert and had established my proficiency to handle the pre cum. Knowing very well, how much to swallow and how much to use for lubing the Lord cock. The musky smell,. This time we both came together. Helen collapsed beside and we both went to sleep. Helen is not a bad looking woman, blonde, slim, and athletic. Much like my mom. But all these years I had never thought the day would come that I was fucking her and draining my balls in her. I mean I am 24 with a girlfriend and fresh out of college and Helen is 48 with a son my age and a husband, a big athletic husband that I would think would be banging her brains out every day. The next morning I awoke to. .c...can't do i...it..." she said feebly."Great," Cain said.He removed her hat and scarf. Her hair was frozen and stiff, much like his own. So that he could move better, he shrugged off his own coat and hat and gloves.Sheri was sitting in a kitchen chair, shivering violently. Quickly, he began removing her boots and socks, then her sweater and outer layer of jeans. He found that the inner layers weren't quite as wet, but Sheri was still too cold to undress herself."Can you walk?" he asked.She.