A widower's Life

I became a widower at 60. My wife, a few years younger than me, died in the hospital within 20 days, breast cancer. I was blown away, our son had just turned 15 and Kati maybe 2 years younger. They were very independent and I was not particularly challenged as a father, everything went like a clockwork. I remember my wife's last words, "Bruno, take care of the children!" and I swore her up and down. We had fucked every night, as it should be, from the wedding night until the day she went into the hospital. We were then both still virgins and didn't know any different as to fuck every night. I never cheated at her and suspect neither did she. I gave up masturbating when we got married, she masturbated every night of her life, from childhood to her last breath. She masturbated obsessively every night from orgasm to orgasm until she was exhausted. We lived a good, unspectacular life.

We had made a special arrangement before the wedding because it was important for her. She loved doing handjobs and blowjobs for her life, she had been doing that for a long time before we got together. I immediately agreed, she would do handjobs or blowjobs to her admirers in our bedroom, and of course she was allowed to get naked, that only turned the admirers on. She promised me high and holy not to fuck with the admirers. I would gladly give her the space, retire to my study and not disturb the two. I should be there the first few times, she said, so I would know what she was doing. I sat on a stool and the two embraced and snuggled naked on the bed, she played with his cock for a very long time before giving him the handjob. To another she made a blowjob at the end of their snuggling, but spit out the semen. I was only supposed to watch another one, because I was actually convinced that she was sticking to our agreement. She had been rubbing his cock for a very long time and came over to me. She whispered that he couldn't squirt like that, he had to stick it in her pussy to cum. I was very unsure, but I didn't want to appear unsure and nodded in agreement, okay! She made him really stiff again with her mouth, then she lay on her back, spread her legs and pulled her labia apart. She gave him a friendly nod, he mounted her and stuck his cock in her fuckhole. But he still didn't squirt, so she urged him to fuck a little to cum. The poor fool had to fuck for almost three minutes before he finally cum. It was quite uncomfortable for me as I was sitting right in the middle axis looking directly into Ellis' cunt and at the poor guy's fucking cock who had to fuck to cum. Somehow it didn't suit me very well either that he had to fuck my wife for so long, but I didn't let on and nodded that it was fine. Honestly, it bothered me a lot to see a stranger fucking my young wife, but maybe I was a bit conservative there. I didn't really want to watch those handjobs and blowjobs anymore and let Elli do it on her own from now on. I knew how much Elli liked to masturbate and gave her credit for not masturbating during the handjobs or blowjobs, because it wasn't sex, as she correctly noted. We both faithfully kept that agreement.

I dreamed again and again of Elli, my wife. She lay naked on our marriage bed, the small light on, and masturbated in one go, orgasm after orgasm. I always waited with the fucking until she started to orgasm, she loved that very much, to be fucked in orgasm. I tried to keep up, of course, and fucked her even with a semi‐stiff during the next orgasms, without being able to squirt again. But we loved each other very dearly and I always wanted to increase her pleasure during orgasm. She had once told me that she had shown our 10‐year‐old son Karl how to masturbate. They both lay down naked in bed, he sat on her and she masturbated him, I think for months. She was not afraid to describe it to me in full detail. He was of course always allowed to stick his cock in her pussy, she made no secret of that. Sticking his cock in her pussy and squirting inside, oh yes, of course, that he was always allowed, there was really nothing to it. But when I wanted to know if she had also let him fuck regularly, she was persistently silent and looked at me with her unfathomable big eyes. Then I was quite sure that he had fucked her, I was dully jealous, until today. Once it almost came to a heated argument between us. "You must think I'm pretty stupid if you think I'm going to let an 11‐year‐old fuck me! No, no and no again! He loves to stick his cock in and squirt, he's definitely not fucking me! I stroke his ass cheeks until he squirts. He finds it increasingly difficult to squirt and I press him into my pussy by his ass cheeks, gently I push him rhythmically into my pussy until he can squirt. He much prefers that than to masturbate and I do not see, that you call it badly! I fuck only and exclusively with you, I have never fucked with anyone else and it stays that way! And finally stop asking me, if I let him fuck. I can't hear it anymore!" It didn't totally convince me, but we never talked about it again. When he turned 11, she asked me not to disturb them both in the bedroom. Every afternoon, the two of them would sneak secretly into our bedroom, but I complied with her request. But once, when he was 17 or 18, I thoughtlessly burst into the bedroom. He fucked her, of course, with delight in her wonderful pussy. I stood transfixed in the doorway until he had squirted inside and she had finished masturbating. Now she noticed me, ran after me hand‐wringing and naked into the study and assured me with crocodile tears that it had happened only this time, only once in the heat of the moment. I did not believe a word she said. I only know that until she died, she still let him squirt into her pussy every day, although he had already fucked so many other pussies. I know that from herself. That still outrages me today, because he always fucked her!

When she was dying in the hospital, I sat all day by her side and she told me everything, whispering shameful and softly. That she had secretly given handjobs to particularly persistent admirers, when she sneaked secretly in our bedroom with them, she had mentioned several times at the time, but that there were so many I did not know. I always sat strictly in the study as she had requested and didn't disturb them when she disappeared into our bedroom with an admirer. Of course she let them grope her pussy, and sometimes she lay naked with one of them and liked to let him masturbate her, which not many managed to do. She gave them handjobs and at the end let them stick it in to squirt. Most had to fuck during the squirting because otherwise they could not squirt, but a few minutes at most. She didn't let any one of them fuck her regularly, quite in the same way like she did fuck with me and that was the truth. My goodness, she was dying and it didn't matter now to be annoyed.

Now it was clear that she had fucked with all of them and she just shrugged guiltily when I muttered it quietly to myself. Tears ran down her cheeks, "I cheated on you by the book, every day, I let all of them fuck me!" I dabbed her tears away. I reassured her that it was always okay with me if she gave them a handjob, it didn't bother me then and it doesn't bother me now. I didn't care how she did the handjobs and if they squirted in her pussy at the end of a handjob. She breathed a sigh of relief because it always bothered her to have done so many handjobs without my knowledge and to have let them fuck while they squirted into. I wiped the handjobs aside, handjobs were not sex after all.

Elli closed her eyes tiredly. She had cheated on Bruno with certainly more than a thousand men in the 25 years of their marriage. Some fucked well, many fucked badly, two handfuls fucked perfectly. She had always lied to Bruno, the simple‐minded one, about retreating to the bedroom with her beau to give him a handjob. He nodded understandingly and whispered, "okay, I won't disturb you!" He had always nodded, turned the music up louder in the study, and read the newspapers. Never would he disturb her doing the handjob. He would stand in front of the record player with his headphones over his ears, conducting and she would sneak out the fuckerboy of the day. It was a shame how easily he was led astray. Late in the afternoon Karl would arrive and he was the only one she fucked every day for 12 years now. Tears rolled from her eyes, she would never fuck with Bruno and Karl again. Bruno dabbed the tears from her cheek and whispered that she didn't need to worry, everything would be fine. Elli opened her eyes. There was no need to spill to Bruno the full extent that the truth so nonsensically claimed for itself.

Elli sank back into her twilight sleep. She had done a lot of handjobs and blowjobs in her school days and then, at 19, she fell in love with Bruno for the first time in her life. It was also the first time being in love for him, he had never been with a girl before, had never fucked. She had decided to marry him, who was 10 years older than her, on the spot, offering him financial security and great wealth. He quit his job at the city government, they went to Venice for their honeymoon and Elli was happy all around. Bruno was excellent at fucking, he was a frequent squirter and quickly learned to mount her during her nightly orgasms and squirt at the right moment. The first craze was over after 10 weeks, now she wanted to test the deal. Bruno jerked uncomfortably in his chair as she let him watch the handjob and blowjob. After all, he agreed and it was okay with him, this wasn't sex.

But he winced when she told him the poor guy would have to squirt in her pussy at the end of the handjob. He nodded and clenched his teeth as the guy fucked Elli and squirted in. He didn't want to watch anymore, though, and made it clear that this wasn't sex either. That's not sex, no way! Sex they both made with each other at night when he fucked her when she orgasmed, that was the sex for them. They both held on to the fact that fucking at the end of the handjob was not sex, not real sex. Elli was very satisfied because she could now fuck as often as she wanted and always pass it off as the end of the handjob. Bruno rarely burst into the bedroom and would just nod, "Aha!" or mutter, "just finish the handjob!" when they were in the middle of fucking. As smart, well‐read, and educated as Bruno was, she was glad he remained a simpleton when it came to her fucking.

When she was no longer allowed to fuck him by the doctor during the pregnancies, she took the housekeeper to the marital bed. She did not tolerate any contradiction, Bruno had to fuck the housekeeper until he had emptied his semen. The housekeeper hadn't fucked since she was a teenager and was insanely shame‐filled to now be fucked by the master on the mistress's orders, and the mistress would sit nearby and maybe scold her if she didn't do it right. The housekeeper turned her head to the side and covered her face, she was terribly ashamed to be fucked by the master in front of his wife. But the mistress had specifically ordered the fucking, she could not refuse. She waited patiently with her legs spread like a lamb until the master mounted her again after a short break, fucked her powerfully and squirted inside. It was usually only after 2 or 3 hours over, until he had fucked enough. Bruno had to keep fucking the housekeeper for weeks after the birth, until Elli was allowed to fuck again. He was crestfallen because he had to cheat on his wife with the housekeeper, but there Elli remained unbending. Therefore, since she was present, it was not a case of cheating. She had to make sure that her husband had someone to fuck every night.

Her girlfriends visited her at her bedside. She told them all to let Bruno fuck them when she was no longer. The girlfriends resisted at first, as most of them were faithful wives, they had never fucked anyone but their husbands. Still, Elli managed to get almost all of them to promise to let her fuck the poor guy, and they did, for years. It was a promise they had made to a dead girlfriend, so it was no real carnal sin, no real adultery.

For Elli it had always been something special to fuck with Karl's school friends. They were quite cute boys from 11 to 18 and it was the virgin ride for most of them. She was so touched by how shy and devout the sweet little ones were when she let them in on the secrets. They all wanted to fuck and fuck until they were completely exhausted. Again tears rolled down the cheeks of the terminally ill, tears of emotion and sweet memories.

But what was really with Karl, I still wanted to know. In the beginning she had told me the full truth, she taught him to masturbate for a few months and masturbated him for months with her fist. First he squirted on her breasts, but already in the first days he discovered that in‐the‐mouth‐squirting. "I let him squirt in my mouth for the next months, I swallowed his semen and sucked his little cock with very nice feelings. He was supposed to masturbate himself after months, but he refused. He wanted to fuck me like Daddy, he saw that while spying. I scolded him that he was not allowed to spy and if he promised not to spy anymore, he would be allowed to stick his cock in. He promised it and put his cock in my cunt. He widened his eyes anxiously as he penetrated for the first time with his little hard‐on. He blinked excitedly and without moving, he squirted. Inside. He looked at me as if he had done something forbidden. I took the little cock in my mouth and rubbed him. He is like you, my Bruno, a frequent squirter, I often had to make him squirt four or five times back then. But the squirting while sticking it in my pussy only worked for a week, then I pressed him against my body and caressed his ass cheeks with my hand to squirt, but that didn't work at all. I reached under his ass cheeks, stroked and caressed his little sack and rubbed the root of his small dick. That worked well, I had to repeat that every day and he liked that very much, to squirt in this way in my cunt. But even that only worked for a while, then I grabbed his ass cheeks and pushed him in and out until he squirted. He liked that even better and started making real fucking motions. When he was 11, I let him fuck, really fuck and squirt inside, until today. Every year his cock got bigger and bigger, he very soon learned to fuck me when I orgasmed, like you do. I do not regret it, he fucked me wonderfully every afternoon and then you fucked me at night. I know it must hurt you, but I never intended to hurt you. If you can, forgive me and forgive Karl, he was innocent in all this." Of course I forgave her and she died in peace. Karl, however, became more and more alienated to me, but I was never angry with him, I had promised Elli.

I was completely beat up by grief, but after 2 months I was halfway back. I hadn't fucked in 2 months and the need was making itself urgently felt. I had not masturbated for 45 years and did not really want to. Remained only Erika, my neighbor. She lived alone, she was no great mind and not a bit pretty. A rather unhandsome 60‐year‐old, and she was the only woman within a radius of 20 meters, I didn't look any further. When the children were in bed in the evening, I scurried one door further, to Erika. She was very surprised, I had never visited her home before. I said straight out what I wanted.

She giggled and said she didn't want to be fucked, she preferred to masturbate instead. She had let herself be fucked by the farmhand on the farm when she was 14, but her Jockl had moved on after 14 days. There was now no Jockl and no more farm anymore. Since then, no man has looked at her, not a single one. So, she didn't want to let me fuck her, she much preferred to masturbate. I slowly and deliberately undressed her until she stood naked in front of me. She repeated with each garment I removed that she definitely didn't want to fuck, but she didn't resist at all until I had her completely undressed. "Are we going to fuck on the kitchen bench or inside?", I asked and she said she really didn't want to be fucked, she much preferred to masturbate. Her fingers played with her little clit, but her hand pointed at the kitchen bench. I looked at her closely. She was small and fat, her breasts hung down to her belly button like sad melons. She had quite thick dark pubic hair. Her face was old and wrinkled and very morose. She allowed herself to lie down on the wooden kitchen bench without resistance, and of course she affirmed that she didn't want to fuck at all, she'd rather masturbate. But at the same time she had laid down as I expected in fucking position. She began to masturbate instantly, fast and very practiced. She tore her big cow eyes wide open and nervously licked her lips as I determinedly penetrated the masturbating woman.

I fucked her normally, as I was used to, and squirted after a short while. We got up, got dressed without a word and I went back to my place. I had told Erika I would come tomorrow at the same time. So it was, I went to her every night, I fucked her unspectacularly as she masturbated, and that was it. For four years, every evening. At first she had told me that since the Jockl affair she had been masturbating every night, orgasm after orgasm until she fell asleep from exhaustion. I often watched her masturbate orgasm after orgasm for hours, I mounted her from time to time and she would tear her cow eyes wide open and stopped masturbating for a moment when I squirted inside her, that was always surprising for her. Unfortunately she got sick, some women's‐cunt thing and she wasn't allowed, she couldn't fuck anymore. I lay in my bed unsatisfied and the urge tormented me.

I crept from apartment to apartment begging to fuck or be fucked. I was almost never indignantly rejected, they took my cock in their hands and rubbed the foreskin indignantly until I squirted. I sneaked around in the mornings and afternoons, getting handjob after handjob. Even the old, vicious dragons softened up and made me grinning a handjob. Most of Ellis's former girlfriends let me fuck them in the dark anteroom after short hesitation. None of them was a hooker, but a faithful married wife who made an exception for me, the poor widower. Of course, they all knew that Elli had been fucking around like a worldchampion and that I was sitting unsuspectingly in the study and was not allowed to enter the bedroom while she was happily fucking her beau inside. I was considered by everyone to be an incredibly faithful husband who was probably the biggest simpleton in the entire apartment block and probably also still believed in the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus. You just had to help such a poor guy in his time of sexual need, didn't you? However, we never had time for decent foreplay, it always had to be quick‐fast. Ellis girlfriends were always ready to make an exception, they pulled me wordlessly into the anteroom, dropped the dress and fucked me standing up. Most face to face with lots of French kissing, a few shameful just from behind. Hardly a handful got an orgasm under these circumstances. Many hugged me intimately before I squirted and whispered that I was welcome to squirt inside, some lowered their heads fearfully and clenched their teeth when I squirted in. They were obviously unsure if they could get pregnant. They were always very bashful afterwards, so I quickly left. There were good days when I could fuck several of them. My usual yield was mostly a handjob and a fuck. One had her little daughter, about three years old, standing next to us sucking her thumb excitedly. An other let herself be fucked only in the corridor, pulling the apartment door shut because the husband was asleep inside. An ancient woman struggled up the stairs, the elevator as sometimes defective. She stopped beside us, panting and short of breath, nodding friendly and half‐calling, "Yes, do her, make her a baby!" and when I squirted, "Yes, that's fine, just squirt inside!" But that didn't stop us from fucking. It bothered me more to fuck standing up and do it as quickly as possible, I sometimes felt like a burglar. It was especially funny with the female dwarf Erni. She was not more than 1.20m tall and was quite happy to be fucked. She stood on the shoe box, pulled her dress over her head and then I was allowed to fuck her naked. I had thought before that, she must have a much too small pussy, but her pussy was surprisingly big enough.

Once a young girl opened for me. "The mother not there?" I asked hypocritically and took the cock in my hand. She shook her head no, she was home alone and stared unblinkingly at my cock. She let me into the anteroom and closed the door. She looked curiously at my cock, could she eventually touch it? Yes, of course, and after a while she asked what I preferred, handjob, blowjob or real fucking? "Fucking," I said immediately, "real fucking!" Melanie was not pretty, an ugly brat in the middle of puberty and she claimed to be 16 already, but I didn't believe her. She was no longer a virgin, she said, she had fucked for real once before, but that was a long time ago. She dropped her pants and panties, put her hands to the wall, facing the wall and stuck out her skinny ass. I came only infinitely laboriously into her little cunt, I had to wet her cunt with my spit. I fucked her slowly and deliberately, she said over her shoulder "but don't squirt inside!" and I continued undaunted. I squirted the first juicy jet inside her and she immediately pulled out my cock, letting me splash on the floor. My cock was still standing like a guardsman. "You have to fuck me again, don't you?" asked Melanie with a silly grin over the shoulders redundantly. I fucked her a second time and she was so excited that she forgot to pull out the cock in time. I honestly didn't care if she got pregnant from my squirting inside or not, as she had an orgasm every time I squirted inside. I didn't see it ever, but I think she masturbated while we fucked, triggering the orgasm at the exact moment I squirted into her fuckhole with thick, rich jets. Her skinny asscheeks trembled violently in orgasm. I questioned her a bit, she had had her virginity taken at a wild boozing party in the parking lot when she was 13, fast and hasty, the boy fucked her very briefly and then squirted all inside, but since then she hasn't found anyone to fuck again. Since her early childhood, she masturbated when going to sleep so many times until she fell asleep from exhaustion. We fucked for several more days, I squirted inside quite easily and left the cock inside her tight pussy to fuck the second time right away. Pulling out was apparently not so important anymore, making the orgasm at the right time was. On the way out she said listlessly each time, "but no more squirting inside tomorrow!" Unfortunately, that was also over after a few weeks until I met Alice. The urging of my loins became almost unbearable.

I was dead unhappy and went door to door, rattled off the next apartments. The first three women looked pretty stupid, although I asked very friendly and with clear words. They gave me a hand job, just for the hell of it, with a scowl on their morose faces and more or less kindly threw me out. The fourth, Alice, listened well and asked me in, offered me a coffee. It was a horrible instant brew, but I hadn't actually come for the coffee. She listened attentively and wanted to know a bit about my background as a widower. In the end she wanted to see my cock, that was no problem and she weighed it examining in her hand, she played with it skillfully. She didn't masturbate him, but she gently pulled the foreskin back and forth over the glans until I squirted into her hand. Alice just smiled, "you really needed it badly!" Then she nodded, all right! I just had to follow certain rules. I was not allowed to come here until 20 to 1 o'clock and not stay longer than 20 minutes. Her husband left at exactly 12:30 at noon, on the minute. She needed 10 minutes to wash her pussy because he usually fucked her at noon, on the minute. And then her two children came home from school, by which time I had to be long gone. I was only allowed to fuck Alice from behind, that was the second rule. Later I found out what the reason was: she had an amputated breast and nobody was allowed to see that. She couldn't have any more children, so I was allowed to squirt inside at will without hesitation. I breathed a sigh of relief, she seemed to me to be a down to earth person, reasonably pretty and eager to be fucked. She was rather not slutty, she just didn't have many options and occasions as a housewife and mother. That I had no one to fuck but her would have been the third rule, but it was not necessary she said. I wouldn't have followed rule 3 anyway, because in all those years I often sneaked mornings to fuck the midget Erni or young Melanie when she skipped school. Alice became a long fuck affair, 6, almost 7 years, until I went to the nursing home.

Tomorrow I was to come for the first time, 20 to 1 sharp, freshly showered. I nodded happily, it's a deal! I was on time and quietly scurried in. She had only a light silk robe on, she smelled fresh and good. She was smaller than me, slightly plump and I could catch a furtive glimpse of her (one) breast, it was a nice breast. I thought at the time that she must be around 30, but she was already 36. She had put a pillow on the kitchen table and lay down with her upper body on the pillow. She flipped up the back of her robe, spread her legs and stuck her ass out. "The clock is ticking, good man," she said smiling, and I dropped my pants. I grabbed her ass cheeks and slowly penetrated her shaved pussy. She sighed contentedly and I began to fuck her from behind. I was very ravenous and full of pent‐up juice and was squirting after only a short time. "No, leave it inside until I'm done," she murmured and I dutifully followed. Only when she had finished masturbating and stood up after her orgasm, I pulled my cock out. That's about how it went with Alice and me for over 6 years, once or twice a week she would masturbate much longer than usual and I could fuck her for a second time. It was a great pity that I aged so fast and had to go to the old people's home.

I don't even know anymore if I prompted her or if it came from her, anyway my little Kati was lying in my bed. She immediately noticed the stiff cock and carefully took off my pajama pants. "Shall I?" asked Kati, "I've done it once before," she added. I nodded godly and she masturbated me cross‐legged. In the middle of it, she stopped and took off her pajamas. I peeked at her slit, which was clearly visible while cross‐legged. She continued to masturbate me with her little fist and asked several times if I would not rather fuck her? I was totally horrified, that would not do at all, that would be completely wrong. She asked with a grin if rubbing my cock wouldn't be wrong too? I stuttered around, yes, yes, but only a little bit wrong. So it came to pass that she masturbated me every night for the next few weeks and wanted to fuck me, asking every day. All her friends had already been deflowered and were fucking their brothers or fathers. I still stuck with it, for me it would be wrong.

One evening she beamed all over her face as she masturbated me. She was finally no longer a virgin, not anymore thanks God! I asked of course and she said that Karl had done it finally yesternight, her older brother. I said nothing about it, that was a private matter of the two, that was none of my business.

The two fucked from noon until late at night. I sometimes stuck my head in the children's room, whether they were already finished and if Kati came to masturbate. It did not bother the two at all when fucking that I sometimes watched their fucking for 10 minutes or sometimes longer. She came very late to masturbate me, but she had beautiful red cheeks and was cheerful as never before. She tried every time before masturbating me, if my cock would go into her fuckhole, but she gave up, it was too thick. But after a few days she managed to put my cock deep inside her fuckhole. I didn't want to fuck her though, I thought that it was wrong. She pulled it half out then and masturbated me, in the end she let it all squirt inside. She always did that from now on.

At 16 she went to work in the hospital, she wanted to become a nurse. It was fine with me, I could afford the school fees. Karl was now for days on the road, he had a whole bunch of old broads to fuck, Kati said. She now slept all night with me in the marriage bed, masturbated me at night and in the morning when I had a morning wood. I was satisfied all around.

When your dick is satisfied, the devil crawls up your ass in secret. Oh no, that's not from me, that's an old Mongolian or Hawaiian saying, maybe a Belgian one. Anyway, it was so beautifully peaceful, it could have gone on so well. Karl was plowing in the fields of old greedy broads, Kati was desperately in love with her primary doctor and lay with me late at night and in the morning to make me cum.

Kati was pregnant. The primary doctor wanted the abortion, Kati did not, no way! He served her ice cold off, no more talk of divorce, no more desire to marry Kati. Kati lay in bed crying for days, she also didn't want to masturbate me with her hand anymore. She sat down wildly determined on my cock and fucked me mercilessly. She wanted it, she needed it, she insisted. No more masturbating, only fucking! That it was wrong, we both knew, but it was no longer an issue to talk about. She fucked me every day, once or twice, and she didn't care that I often couldn't squirt anymore. She had decided to move into one of my sister's vacant apartments and complete her education there far away. My sister was a widow, but had been filthy rich ever since. We had little contact, living on different planets. I could never have killed my wife for the money, — after all, we had been living off her enormous dowry since the wedding.

After Kati moved out, I went to a retirement home and signed over our apartment to Karl. I had grown old quickly and stuck to the old broads in the old people's home, there were enough of them, horny as hell. For a while I was friends with a cleaner, the petite Asian girl came every Sunday evening to fuck me for a fifty bill. Her name was Lin or Li, I didn't hear that good enough, she could be 20 as well as 40, she never answered that question. She was strictly married and could only on Sundays because her husband went to gamble in the gambling hall. She fucked outrageously well and she said that I had to fuck her twice in a row for the fifty bill. Actually, she fucked me in my chair like Kati had fucked me, riding my old warrior very well. She rode me with a shame filled and passionate expression on her face and made me cum wonderfully. She stayed on my soft cock, whispered dirty things in my ear and rubbed her clit until my cock was stiff again from watching and feeling her soft clitplay. After that she fucked me a second time and now the clitplay brought her an orgasm. I loved the way she orgasmed. She curled up and pressed her forehead to my chest. Her abdomen twitched for seconds, her pussy squeezed my cock and she made soft sounds like a kitten. She continued to ride me until I squirted a few sad drops. After almost a year she said adieu, she was assigned somewhere else to work. She was saddened like me, because it was an easily earned fifty bill.

I then stuck to the old broads again, and the staff didn't look or looked the other way, when I had a hand up an old lady's skirt. I sighed, being old is not a nice thing.

Kati brought her daughter Lina with her when she visited me, a sweet, wild little girl. One day she'll be just as randy and in heat as my wife was. She's got that sexual desires from her.