Mary appeared in the doorway, a towel around her body. Hell, it’s hard to be cool at any age. Mature sex “If we did it again it would never be the same.”
I watched her sweat-and-cum-covered body as she opened the door to let in the blinding sunlight. The memory of hurried fucks in the woods with pants down around our ankles had been a lot more exciting at the time. One more push. Her buttocks quivered and jiggled. “I missed you.”
“Really?”
In the cool of our air-conditioned bedroom, we renewed our relationship in the routine way that had developed between us. It was an epic visual memory for me, right up there with the first time I ejaculated on a girl’s tits, and the first time I watched my thick, veined cock disappear up into my ex-wife’s hairy pussy. They were slippery with my cum. “Nice,” she said admiringly.
