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In high school Cindy was the most popular girl in our graduation class, Captin of the cheerleaders, and with an air of self-confidence that carried her through almost anything. she was smart, pretty, fun to be around, a personality that invited people to love her.Including me.But...I was shy around girls, I could never master the art of small talk and chatting that was the key to the kingdom.
Cindy.had short brown hair, cut in the popular style of the day, sparkling blue eyes, a ready laugh,full youthful lips nd a dimple on her left cheek. Looong legs, a cheerleader's body, slim, athletic, strong and fit.Her ass was heart-shapped, her tummy flat and hard, and her breasts..round, nice sized, not too big, not too small, about 34B's. She was 9and still is!) 5'7", 115 pounds of fabulous.
It was her dimple that opened the door to chat, because I had one, too. I was 6' tall, 185 pouds, and while strong and athletic, I never was on any sports team, so we didn't have that in common. I took PhysEd every year and truly enjoyed the running, the lifting, the workouts. In stead I spent my after=school time in the physics and chemistry labs, tutoring calculus and trigonometyr. Weekends I spent in annapolis, singing and performing with Up With People, later with a a local bluegrass band as lead singer.. Going through the happs i was often singing to myself or telling my friends about upcoming concerts or my next gig with the band.
It was just such a time when I turned a corner in the halll and bumped into her, our books going all over. I turned red and she just laughed, then so did I. That's when she reached out and touched my cheek and remarked we had the same dimple. The small moment of chat was the first we had so much as said 'Hi'.As we picked up our books and sorted out whose was whose, she asked why i didn't play sports. 'No time, i guess, I'm always busy with math or science or the band on the weekends'.
'Science? I need some help in chemistry at the moment. Big test coming up in about a week and i really need a good grade. There's a lot riding on it, If I get an A this semester I'll be able to get into the Honor Society. that would look really good on my college aplications.'
So we set up a tutoring session for that Thursday When Thursday arrived I stayed after school and we met in the chem lab. The session lasted a typical 90 minutes, and she was ready for the test, valences, electron shells, molarity, pH, she was solid. and was never really needing any help. It turned out she just wanted to meet me and we laughed and had a good time studying.
That was all, no big fantasy, no hot breathing, just a relaxed study date.
Over the next few months she and her boyfriend (yes , the ever-present boyfriend) came to a few gigs with the band, and once to Up With People. For my part, I made it a point to go to some games and always chatted when we passed each other in the halls.
She was inducted to the Honor Society the same time I was, and we graduted 9th and 10th in class rank. She was 9th.
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Fast forward a few years (actually 30) and I got an email inviting me to my 30th reunion. I hadn't been to any up until then and thought it would be fun. My wife was busy, on a trip to Chicago that weekend, so I headed up to Annapolis on my own.When i walked in there was a whole roomful of old farts! Some were familiar looking, but there were more miles of wrinkles than roads on a map of Maryland.
There were name tags , f course, or else a lot of folks would have been complete strangers.And name tags at the dinner tables. Husbands and wives together, old friends of the people on the committee sitting together, and amazingly...my tag was next to Condy at the head table. Turns out it was because we were the highest ranked graduates there.
The years had been very kind to her. She was the same, just more so and better. Now her body was fuller, after all we weren't teenagers any more, her hair gloss and rich and long now, her mouth and lips still full and sensual, her ass still heart shaped, but it was a little bigger heart, and her breasts were now full C's maybe D's.She was dressed in a form-fitting short cocktail dress that showed every curve, scooped so low, gave quite a nice view of her wonderful cleavage.She had on 6" stilettos, Leboutins, I think Her makeup was dramatic, smoky dark eye shadow and deep red lipstick, a pleasant contrast to her pale milky complexion. Me? A tux, a burgundy shirt with contrasting collar. and a few pounds heavier, a little less hair, and a lot more confidence in talking with people. 30 years makes a huge difference. I'm ow an aircraft designer for Boeing, head of my division, Flight Controls. I was still strong, still worked out nearly everyday, still had a 32" waist and could still press my weight.
She had not gone to college out of high school, instead getting married and having a daughter. After 15 years her husband became more and more abusive until she threw him out then she had gone to school, graduating in 3 yrs with a 4.0 average.
During dinner we drank wine, laughed and talked ,she telling me about her ex...'He never hit me. Physically.But he also never complimented me. He told me I was stupid because I never went to college and he had a Masters. I worked my ass off making money so he could go, but he never acknowledged that. I was pretty iunhappy , but I adjusted, until he started in on Jenny. That was were I drew the line.' Taking his shit all thse years had had an effect on me. He had hurt me deeply, but I was resiliant enough to take it, and I surprised myself by being string enough to tell him to go to hell.' 'And you?'
'Nothing so dramatic. Boring in fact. I've been married for 20 years, 2 k**s, happy home, in the 'burbs of Houston.' I work in Seattle, but I'm never there any more. All my work is on-line. I only go there once a month for production meetings and design conferences.'
'I always remember our study session.' i was quite taken aback. I remembered it, of course. It made me happy thinking about it after all those years, but it wasn't a life changing moment. 'You helped me to realize I was smarter than I gave myself credit for. And that helped when that asshole was telling me how stupid I was. and then we did so well at graduation, and it was you that did it.' She told me she thought bout that day, and how it had carried her through college at the age of 35 surrounded by k**s fresh out of high school. And how that memory made such a difference in regaining her self-esteem after years of verbal and emotional abuse. And 'I raised jenny to know she was loved, she was smart, and she was as good or better than anyone.'
We showed off pictures of our k**s, our houses, our pets. And drank wine...
Then the music started. I asked Cindy to dance and we sauntered out onto the floor, doing a version of what might be called dancing to the tunes of the 80's. Then a nice slow song , and we moved closer. As we moved to the music I could feel the warmth of her body, smell the mesmerizing scent of her hair and perfume. Her tits were against my chest, her head laying in the hollow of my neck and shoulders. Those stilettos actually made her a little taller than me. Then the music faded, but we kept moving slowly, swaying to tunes that weren't there. Another song started, fast, driving rock, and we moved, swaying and whispering to each other, and reveling in our closeness. We exchanged bits of sentences, and another song came on. This one was 'Rocky Top'. The memories of the bluegrass abnd came flooding back and I started singing softly, and soon a bunch of people were singing along.
My friend Allen had is mandolin, I'd brought a guitar, there was somebody there with a harmonica. We were all laughing and just stopped the canned music, went and got our instruments, and soon there was a jam session going on with the alums, coming and going from the group , music and singing and laughing and that's when the party got rolling. I played, Allen played and surprise, Cindy started in. 'Do you know 'I cried all the way to Kentucky'? Allen did, I just sort of strummed and Cindy sang, a rich full alto. 'When I got the word old uncle Joe had died....''Joe once brought a skunk into chapel...' We were clapping in time and joining in the chorus. Applause when she was done. She demurely offered that it was Allen on the mandolin that made it successful. I took a break and as the singing continued. Cindy and I went to the bar and got a glass of pinot and went outside into the cool evening.
'I never knew you sang'. Stupid comment, I guess. But now there was nobody around and all the comfort in each other's company became almost like high school. the words a little strained.
Then she stopped, and we were in each other's arms, her mouth on mine, our tongues tasting each other, our breath mingling. She broke the kiss and 'thank You. thank you for what you did for me and didn't even know it and for jenny and for me in college and' I stopped her nonstop talk with another kiss, tasting her lips, tasting her.
She stroked her hands over my arms , my shoulders, down my back. My hands found the swell of her ass and I pulled her to me, my cock now straining at my crotch. I'm not huge, about 7", but with my wife it had been a while and was very staid, very ....normal and the same. With Cindy our kisses were electric, her hands moved all over me, finding my straining cock, rock hard and ready.
I took her left tit in my hand, filling my hand. My wife, not so much, cups, Cindy just writhed and somehow, as if by magic her tit was bare, no bra, full and heavy in my hand. She moaned as I stroked her breast. then it was my turn to moan as her hand found it's way to my now released dick, stroking and squeezing it.. 'We shouldn't...'You're right, we shouldn't, but we can, and we will..'. She straightened her dress and said 'Meet me at the door, we'll take my car to my house, it's only a half mile'.
it seemed forever,but was really only a few minutes when we got in the car and resumed our necking and whispering and 'here...yesss...more..yes, there...that's nice...ohmygod!...'the last was me as her mouth enveloped my dick, her tongue swirling around the head, her hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking, squeezing, pumping as she sucked and took me in her mouth. the moment of bliss went on and on, finally I felt myself getting close. I tried to stop it, to not stop it, to '...unhnn..' I was about let a massive spurt loose. She could tell it was coming and stopped only long enough to squeeze the shaft at the base....my cum stopping. 'Not yet. Just wait, we're going home.'we're going to open a bottle I've been saving for a very long time for just such an occasion. a 1975 Chateau Lafitte Paulliac'
She pulled up to her townhouse and in we went. I wanted her so much I just ached, but a '75 Chateu Lafitte...
She directed me to get naked and she did the same. there we were in her living room, not a stitch on as she went to a locked cabinet, opened it and took out the wine. 'You open it..' As I was pulling the cork whe was pulling something else. POP! We should let it breath, I'll get a decanter.'
The wine, smooth, dark red, nearly purple, an aroma faintly of berries. i could smell the rich earthy smell of the French countryside. I could also smell the wonderful aroma of her smooth pussy, glistening witha wetness brought on by her arousal.
'15 minutes.'
'No, 15 years. That's how long it's been.I never have since I threw him out. Once about 10 years ago I kissed a lawyer I worked with. I gave him a hand job, but he came in an ooze and couldn't be bothered with me immediately afterward or at work. I quit that job. I didn't need any job that bad, and I decided then I just wouldn't until it was right. Tonight is right.'
I couldn't disagree, we hadn't mentioned my wife since the singing started, and right now I couldn't even picture her in my mind. Like I said...the last few years it was comfortable, regular, expected, and not very noteworthy. It had been years since my cock had been sucked, and never like that. Physically they were as different as night and day. Joni (my wife) was 6' tall, her tummy a bit paunchy, never having really recovered.from two c***dren. Cindy was like a thoroughbred...mature, but fit, her tits were large and firm and topped by the most wonderful nipples, brown and almost a half inch long. Her legs long, muscled, her ass as tight as it had been 30 years before. And her mouth...
Tonight WAS right.
I poured the wine, as we each took a glass I inhaled the aroma of the wine. Set down the glass after a siip, and looked to Cindy. She smiled and announced 'i'll be right back' a few minuted later she returned, her makeup freshened, a fresh application of the deep red lipstick. She took another sip and as we sat together on the couch she started plaing with my cock. I was instantly hard. She lowered her head and took me in her mouth. Another mind shattering blowjob.
'You're amazing' was all i could manage..
She offered she had learned many years before (remember the always present boyfriend in high school?) 'When I met my husband I thought this was all i had to offer. I knew I was pretty good at it. I hadn't learned the lesson completely you taught me, that I was worht so much more'.
Back to my cock...up and down, now licking, now sucking, now on my balls, now at the head. She began pistoning up and down, swirling her tongue, this time there was no stopping it and she didn't try. She just took my cock to her throat and I show one spurt after another straight down her throat. As I subsided she sucked hard. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
More wine. More kissing, more action to her tits.More movement , this time to her smoothly shaven cunt. I asked her 'I love your cunt, but I'm pleasantly surprised your shaved' 'I like it that way. Even though I haven't been with anybody since, well you know, I still like it. It make me feel sexy underneath while I'm at the office' 'Oh..it does...' And I devoured her her pussy. My tongue delved as deeply as i could, I reached up and took her magnificent tits in my hands for a while then back down to ork her pussy. I found myself hard a s a rod again and moved into a position where I could sink myself into her.
'No, from behind. I want you to feel my tits while you fuck me.'
She got on her hands and knees, proferring her pussy to me I slowly eased my way in. She pushed back adjusting her position to take me all the way in.. She was incredibly tight. 15 years is a long time. and she was feeling a cock in her for the first time since then. Stroke in, pull out, in ,out, from and angle, from above, deep and hard, slow and shallow, pulling all theway out and slamming it home, this went on and on, both of us moaning like teenagers, I pulled out and lay on my back, my cock sticking up like a flag pole. She positioned herself and lowered her now dripping cunt onto me. I watched n amazement as mi disappeared all the way till my balls were nestled against her. then she started. Her tits were bouncing in time as she rode me. But it couldn't go on forever. I felt the gathering eruption, She sensed it too and said...'two more ' As she said that one..two...and i felt her cunt convulsing just as I unloaded deep within her.
We lay together, not saying anything. 'More wine?' Of course, my dear. It's a perfect combination.. An excellent vintage.' She arcched an eyebrow...'Yes,' I said..' a fully mature wine, and an excellently developed , fully aware and powerfu woman. A heady combination.'
'What now? your wife...'
'This is certainly NOT a mistake, but I will never leave her, I love her.but reunions come around regularly. And Boeing has an office at BWI. One of our contractors has an office in Annapolis and another in Washington. I can certainly come here.'
'My company has an office in Houston...'
'So it's settled then. A business trip from time to time, and the next reunion is 5 years. Will you be there?'
No answer, as her mouth was occupied on mine...
Cindy.had short brown hair, cut in the popular style of the day, sparkling blue eyes, a ready laugh,full youthful lips nd a dimple on her left cheek. Looong legs, a cheerleader's body, slim, athletic, strong and fit.Her ass was heart-shapped, her tummy flat and hard, and her breasts..round, nice sized, not too big, not too small, about 34B's. She was 9and still is!) 5'7", 115 pounds of fabulous.
It was her dimple that opened the door to chat, because I had one, too. I was 6' tall, 185 pouds, and while strong and athletic, I never was on any sports team, so we didn't have that in common. I took PhysEd every year and truly enjoyed the running, the lifting, the workouts. In stead I spent my after=school time in the physics and chemistry labs, tutoring calculus and trigonometyr. Weekends I spent in annapolis, singing and performing with Up With People, later with a a local bluegrass band as lead singer.. Going through the happs i was often singing to myself or telling my friends about upcoming concerts or my next gig with the band.
It was just such a time when I turned a corner in the halll and bumped into her, our books going all over. I turned red and she just laughed, then so did I. That's when she reached out and touched my cheek and remarked we had the same dimple. The small moment of chat was the first we had so much as said 'Hi'.As we picked up our books and sorted out whose was whose, she asked why i didn't play sports. 'No time, i guess, I'm always busy with math or science or the band on the weekends'.
'Science? I need some help in chemistry at the moment. Big test coming up in about a week and i really need a good grade. There's a lot riding on it, If I get an A this semester I'll be able to get into the Honor Society. that would look really good on my college aplications.'
So we set up a tutoring session for that Thursday When Thursday arrived I stayed after school and we met in the chem lab. The session lasted a typical 90 minutes, and she was ready for the test, valences, electron shells, molarity, pH, she was solid. and was never really needing any help. It turned out she just wanted to meet me and we laughed and had a good time studying.
That was all, no big fantasy, no hot breathing, just a relaxed study date.
Over the next few months she and her boyfriend (yes , the ever-present boyfriend) came to a few gigs with the band, and once to Up With People. For my part, I made it a point to go to some games and always chatted when we passed each other in the halls.
She was inducted to the Honor Society the same time I was, and we graduted 9th and 10th in class rank. She was 9th.
*************
Fast forward a few years (actually 30) and I got an email inviting me to my 30th reunion. I hadn't been to any up until then and thought it would be fun. My wife was busy, on a trip to Chicago that weekend, so I headed up to Annapolis on my own.When i walked in there was a whole roomful of old farts! Some were familiar looking, but there were more miles of wrinkles than roads on a map of Maryland.
There were name tags , f course, or else a lot of folks would have been complete strangers.And name tags at the dinner tables. Husbands and wives together, old friends of the people on the committee sitting together, and amazingly...my tag was next to Condy at the head table. Turns out it was because we were the highest ranked graduates there.
The years had been very kind to her. She was the same, just more so and better. Now her body was fuller, after all we weren't teenagers any more, her hair gloss and rich and long now, her mouth and lips still full and sensual, her ass still heart shaped, but it was a little bigger heart, and her breasts were now full C's maybe D's.She was dressed in a form-fitting short cocktail dress that showed every curve, scooped so low, gave quite a nice view of her wonderful cleavage.She had on 6" stilettos, Leboutins, I think Her makeup was dramatic, smoky dark eye shadow and deep red lipstick, a pleasant contrast to her pale milky complexion. Me? A tux, a burgundy shirt with contrasting collar. and a few pounds heavier, a little less hair, and a lot more confidence in talking with people. 30 years makes a huge difference. I'm ow an aircraft designer for Boeing, head of my division, Flight Controls. I was still strong, still worked out nearly everyday, still had a 32" waist and could still press my weight.
She had not gone to college out of high school, instead getting married and having a daughter. After 15 years her husband became more and more abusive until she threw him out then she had gone to school, graduating in 3 yrs with a 4.0 average.
During dinner we drank wine, laughed and talked ,she telling me about her ex...'He never hit me. Physically.But he also never complimented me. He told me I was stupid because I never went to college and he had a Masters. I worked my ass off making money so he could go, but he never acknowledged that. I was pretty iunhappy , but I adjusted, until he started in on Jenny. That was were I drew the line.' Taking his shit all thse years had had an effect on me. He had hurt me deeply, but I was resiliant enough to take it, and I surprised myself by being string enough to tell him to go to hell.' 'And you?'
'Nothing so dramatic. Boring in fact. I've been married for 20 years, 2 k**s, happy home, in the 'burbs of Houston.' I work in Seattle, but I'm never there any more. All my work is on-line. I only go there once a month for production meetings and design conferences.'
'I always remember our study session.' i was quite taken aback. I remembered it, of course. It made me happy thinking about it after all those years, but it wasn't a life changing moment. 'You helped me to realize I was smarter than I gave myself credit for. And that helped when that asshole was telling me how stupid I was. and then we did so well at graduation, and it was you that did it.' She told me she thought bout that day, and how it had carried her through college at the age of 35 surrounded by k**s fresh out of high school. And how that memory made such a difference in regaining her self-esteem after years of verbal and emotional abuse. And 'I raised jenny to know she was loved, she was smart, and she was as good or better than anyone.'
We showed off pictures of our k**s, our houses, our pets. And drank wine...
Then the music started. I asked Cindy to dance and we sauntered out onto the floor, doing a version of what might be called dancing to the tunes of the 80's. Then a nice slow song , and we moved closer. As we moved to the music I could feel the warmth of her body, smell the mesmerizing scent of her hair and perfume. Her tits were against my chest, her head laying in the hollow of my neck and shoulders. Those stilettos actually made her a little taller than me. Then the music faded, but we kept moving slowly, swaying to tunes that weren't there. Another song started, fast, driving rock, and we moved, swaying and whispering to each other, and reveling in our closeness. We exchanged bits of sentences, and another song came on. This one was 'Rocky Top'. The memories of the bluegrass abnd came flooding back and I started singing softly, and soon a bunch of people were singing along.
My friend Allen had is mandolin, I'd brought a guitar, there was somebody there with a harmonica. We were all laughing and just stopped the canned music, went and got our instruments, and soon there was a jam session going on with the alums, coming and going from the group , music and singing and laughing and that's when the party got rolling. I played, Allen played and surprise, Cindy started in. 'Do you know 'I cried all the way to Kentucky'? Allen did, I just sort of strummed and Cindy sang, a rich full alto. 'When I got the word old uncle Joe had died....''Joe once brought a skunk into chapel...' We were clapping in time and joining in the chorus. Applause when she was done. She demurely offered that it was Allen on the mandolin that made it successful. I took a break and as the singing continued. Cindy and I went to the bar and got a glass of pinot and went outside into the cool evening.
'I never knew you sang'. Stupid comment, I guess. But now there was nobody around and all the comfort in each other's company became almost like high school. the words a little strained.
Then she stopped, and we were in each other's arms, her mouth on mine, our tongues tasting each other, our breath mingling. She broke the kiss and 'thank You. thank you for what you did for me and didn't even know it and for jenny and for me in college and' I stopped her nonstop talk with another kiss, tasting her lips, tasting her.
She stroked her hands over my arms , my shoulders, down my back. My hands found the swell of her ass and I pulled her to me, my cock now straining at my crotch. I'm not huge, about 7", but with my wife it had been a while and was very staid, very ....normal and the same. With Cindy our kisses were electric, her hands moved all over me, finding my straining cock, rock hard and ready.
I took her left tit in my hand, filling my hand. My wife, not so much, cups, Cindy just writhed and somehow, as if by magic her tit was bare, no bra, full and heavy in my hand. She moaned as I stroked her breast. then it was my turn to moan as her hand found it's way to my now released dick, stroking and squeezing it.. 'We shouldn't...'You're right, we shouldn't, but we can, and we will..'. She straightened her dress and said 'Meet me at the door, we'll take my car to my house, it's only a half mile'.
it seemed forever,but was really only a few minutes when we got in the car and resumed our necking and whispering and 'here...yesss...more..yes, there...that's nice...ohmygod!...'the last was me as her mouth enveloped my dick, her tongue swirling around the head, her hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking, squeezing, pumping as she sucked and took me in her mouth. the moment of bliss went on and on, finally I felt myself getting close. I tried to stop it, to not stop it, to '...unhnn..' I was about let a massive spurt loose. She could tell it was coming and stopped only long enough to squeeze the shaft at the base....my cum stopping. 'Not yet. Just wait, we're going home.'we're going to open a bottle I've been saving for a very long time for just such an occasion. a 1975 Chateau Lafitte Paulliac'
She pulled up to her townhouse and in we went. I wanted her so much I just ached, but a '75 Chateu Lafitte...
She directed me to get naked and she did the same. there we were in her living room, not a stitch on as she went to a locked cabinet, opened it and took out the wine. 'You open it..' As I was pulling the cork whe was pulling something else. POP! We should let it breath, I'll get a decanter.'
The wine, smooth, dark red, nearly purple, an aroma faintly of berries. i could smell the rich earthy smell of the French countryside. I could also smell the wonderful aroma of her smooth pussy, glistening witha wetness brought on by her arousal.
'15 minutes.'
'No, 15 years. That's how long it's been.I never have since I threw him out. Once about 10 years ago I kissed a lawyer I worked with. I gave him a hand job, but he came in an ooze and couldn't be bothered with me immediately afterward or at work. I quit that job. I didn't need any job that bad, and I decided then I just wouldn't until it was right. Tonight is right.'
I couldn't disagree, we hadn't mentioned my wife since the singing started, and right now I couldn't even picture her in my mind. Like I said...the last few years it was comfortable, regular, expected, and not very noteworthy. It had been years since my cock had been sucked, and never like that. Physically they were as different as night and day. Joni (my wife) was 6' tall, her tummy a bit paunchy, never having really recovered.from two c***dren. Cindy was like a thoroughbred...mature, but fit, her tits were large and firm and topped by the most wonderful nipples, brown and almost a half inch long. Her legs long, muscled, her ass as tight as it had been 30 years before. And her mouth...
Tonight WAS right.
I poured the wine, as we each took a glass I inhaled the aroma of the wine. Set down the glass after a siip, and looked to Cindy. She smiled and announced 'i'll be right back' a few minuted later she returned, her makeup freshened, a fresh application of the deep red lipstick. She took another sip and as we sat together on the couch she started plaing with my cock. I was instantly hard. She lowered her head and took me in her mouth. Another mind shattering blowjob.
'You're amazing' was all i could manage..
She offered she had learned many years before (remember the always present boyfriend in high school?) 'When I met my husband I thought this was all i had to offer. I knew I was pretty good at it. I hadn't learned the lesson completely you taught me, that I was worht so much more'.
Back to my cock...up and down, now licking, now sucking, now on my balls, now at the head. She began pistoning up and down, swirling her tongue, this time there was no stopping it and she didn't try. She just took my cock to her throat and I show one spurt after another straight down her throat. As I subsided she sucked hard. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
More wine. More kissing, more action to her tits.More movement , this time to her smoothly shaven cunt. I asked her 'I love your cunt, but I'm pleasantly surprised your shaved' 'I like it that way. Even though I haven't been with anybody since, well you know, I still like it. It make me feel sexy underneath while I'm at the office' 'Oh..it does...' And I devoured her her pussy. My tongue delved as deeply as i could, I reached up and took her magnificent tits in my hands for a while then back down to ork her pussy. I found myself hard a s a rod again and moved into a position where I could sink myself into her.
'No, from behind. I want you to feel my tits while you fuck me.'
She got on her hands and knees, proferring her pussy to me I slowly eased my way in. She pushed back adjusting her position to take me all the way in.. She was incredibly tight. 15 years is a long time. and she was feeling a cock in her for the first time since then. Stroke in, pull out, in ,out, from and angle, from above, deep and hard, slow and shallow, pulling all theway out and slamming it home, this went on and on, both of us moaning like teenagers, I pulled out and lay on my back, my cock sticking up like a flag pole. She positioned herself and lowered her now dripping cunt onto me. I watched n amazement as mi disappeared all the way till my balls were nestled against her. then she started. Her tits were bouncing in time as she rode me. But it couldn't go on forever. I felt the gathering eruption, She sensed it too and said...'two more ' As she said that one..two...and i felt her cunt convulsing just as I unloaded deep within her.
We lay together, not saying anything. 'More wine?' Of course, my dear. It's a perfect combination.. An excellent vintage.' She arcched an eyebrow...'Yes,' I said..' a fully mature wine, and an excellently developed , fully aware and powerfu woman. A heady combination.'
'What now? your wife...'
'This is certainly NOT a mistake, but I will never leave her, I love her.but reunions come around regularly. And Boeing has an office at BWI. One of our contractors has an office in Annapolis and another in Washington. I can certainly come here.'
'My company has an office in Houston...'
'So it's settled then. A business trip from time to time, and the next reunion is 5 years. Will you be there?'
No answer, as her mouth was occupied on mine...
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