“It’s a month since we had a second man for our pleasure baby,” I whisper to my man as he is fucking me on a Tuesday night. “Can you organize ...for this Sunday afternoon? Or would you like me to?,” I ask as I commence sucking his thick, nine-inch erection. “This Sunday baby, please? You know exactly what I want and need,” I tease as I have him close to orgasm, so close.“Leave it to me baby,” He tells me in the after glow. On the Sunday after we shaved each pubes, we showered together and. ” “You are a bastard, you know that?” “It seems that you and my ex-wife have been talking, now shut up and get it in your mouth.” Barbara took my head into her mouth, sucking gently while jerking me. She slowly started sliding her lips down my shaft, feeding a few inches to her stretched mouth. Picking up a slow and steady rhythm, I was gliding into her mouth. “Look up at me.” I demanded. She made eye contact with me and it was so damn hot watching her humiliate herself for me. It felt amazing. She looked up at me, eyes wide, lip slightly bitten. And that was when I saw the look that I will carry with me into dotage. It was the look of someone who digs you, seriously fucking turned on. Like, stupidly, impossibly, nothing-will-ever-feel-quite-the-same-again turned on. But it was more than that even. It was a look also of acceptance, of longing, of trust and of urgent desires that needed to be quenched. Some folk call it the look of love, but unless you’ve been in this exact scenario. "Life is great, the sun is shining and I got my rocks off with a young lover," she said, laughing and flinging her arms around me, probing my mouth with a busy tongue."You're not wishing it hadn't happened, are you? If you are I'm going to break your cock off so that you can't pull the same trick with another unsuspecting female!" No way, sexy woman. Build up my strength with a hearty breakfast and you can ring the bell for round two of a title fight," I joked, holding her close, kissing her.