He was staring at me shirt. "I know this is going to sound peverted, but I need to check to make sure no glass is in your shirt because that could cau...se some deep shit, if you know what I mean..." He trailed off and I knew what he meant and he helped me sit up and I took off my shirt and a whole bunch of glass fell out. "Yeah..." He picked up the glass, trying to keep his eyes off of my breasts and stood up, taking the broken glass over to the garbage bin and I stood up carefully, seeing that. She was only inches from his face. He could smell her musky scent. He knew he had pleased her and was about to be rewarded. He could imagine the feeling of her impaling herself on his throbbing cock and riding him to climax. But she didn’t. She simply stared at him, expressionless. Her eyes glinted in the soft light. She put her hands on her hips and slightly arched her back. Just then a stream of warm piss hit him squarely in the face below the nose. He gasped. He opened his mouth and extended. My day started as usual, getting up at the break of dawn clad only in a pair of loose fitting and putting coffee on sitting down at the computer listening to the familiar whirring as it booted. Waiting for the coffee to finish I logged on to my favorite news sight, all the while thinking about what the day held as well as the way last night ended. You see, I am a Forty Two year old male that lives with a 50 year old female. We have been together for going on three years, and she never. I was so worked up from a night out teasing and flirting I just couldn’t wait til I got home.I carried on walking, smoking, trying to control my breathing as my pussy tightened and pulsed with the toy inside it. Rocking my hips as I walked bumped the toy against my G-spot , I could hardly stifle my moans. I checked round to see if anyone could hear me and realised there wasn’t many people about, I was safe, only one suited man further back down the road. God it felt good walking, tweaking my.