She heard him, too late for a retreat, “Hey Cindy, how is it going tonight?”
Cindy looked slowly down to her glass and spoke with a slightly slurred voice, “Lonely.” And then took a rather large drink before asking, “Why are you home so early?”
“My date was less than excited about spending time with me, so I called it a night.” He tried to sound matter of fact. His soft cock was 5” long lying slightly to the left leg with a huge set of balls to go with it. Sex Just as she was thinking about bolting away and locking her bedroom door to hide she felt his hands take hold of her hips. Then his tongue was exploring her pussy. Her juices started flowing like a fountain. Her eyes left his face and moved to the huge cock sticking out from the fold in his towel. Shame, joy, lust, apprehension, desire, love even anger. As he entered the kitchen he saw Cindy holding a glass of wine and staring at the wall. “He was over fifty but built just like you, looked just like you, or rather you look just like him.” Cindy stopped talking and stood up. 185lbs with perfect muscle tone. She could feel herself coming close to climax as he started to rub his cock around her womanhood,
