Is no age for the love? Part 2

The fingers were always sent from the erogenous zones, up to the buds, but they were only touched on from time to time than I relaxed more and more. The fingertips streaked around the breasts, over my stomach and thighs. He played with my pubic hair and when the fingertips the inner thighs drove up, she painted just a hint of the outer petals passing away. Gently covered his lips with kisses my face, pushed gently place their tongue between my lips and kissed down his neck. Down to the buds that circled his tongue and he neglected none of the buds until they could not stand harder. He saying my abdomen and my vagina were moving seemed to catch his fingers.

I myself did not know what to do, what to do and every little moan was somehow embarrassing, I did not know such pleasurable feelings from me.
Finally the fingers brushed the petals, only the outer and the inner, and then the pearl what a shock, a great shock, came the same. When he pressed only slightly firmer pervaded me warm waves and I only seemed to float. Only slightly dipped her fingertip into the vagina before Jens carefully laid on me and gasped me. Gently nudging its peak between the petals and the entrance of pleasure and my cramping that until then I had not noticed, broke up quickly. There must have noticed Jens and only when my vagina, as before the finger, wanted to recapture his peak, and only when pressed against his penis.

`Should it not now uncomfortable sein’, I thought. Was it not always intoxicated when my late husband entered and penetrated. The had also left with the foreplay never much time but I was at an age where you can, at least to judge from the studies, no longer is particularly slippery.

But neither it was uncomfortable yet I was not slippery, as the tip of the input like split and penetrated deeper carefully. His demanding kisses were on fire and yet they were gentle. Just like his hands, covered my breasts.

With each gentle and out movement now also burned my vagina increasing but not in pain but in pleasure. It was not this wild what I had experienced else but pleasurable shocks that were intensive course. I flew in the seventh heaven, gave me his whole back and me were my lust lute matter now.

Even the last shock was gentle, though it was harder than any other, and then he groaned his orgasm in my shoulder.

Although I myself had an orgasm while I was overjoyed. It was the best sex of my life.
Jens also rose not down and fell asleep. He kissed and caressed me and lay down beside me only after he had slipped from relaxed me and be like juice ran down my out. The wet penis pressed against my thigh, while he passionately kissed me and caressed me again.

Before, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to stop the eternal trickle. Unpleasant I was already, as it landed between through the sheets. However, it would have been foolish now jump, where he was just still so passionate. Just as uncomfortable, no, not uncomfortable, unfamiliar, was his hand that was suddenly on the overflowing flower and gently massaged in order to then put wet on the bosom.
“I do not mind but if you dry you want, you’ve got to say,” he breathed into my ear and I just shook his head.

It was only when we were really relaxed, I went into the bathroom. Long time I looked in the mirror looked at my wet chest and my soaked pubes what shiny peeking between his legs. The washcloth in his hand I thought even if I should like before, wash with my husband or as Jens only said dry. I decided ultimately for something in between, but do not wash wash deep indeed.

Only when I was in the bedroom again and wanted to go to bed, I noticed that the light was on and Jens could see me in all my femininity. Now it was too late anyway and not to act silly, I gritted my teeth and lay down beside him. He pleased but then I was on the light, I saw him too and I liked what I saw.

Instead drain any hot spells he said only: “I’m sorry that I snooped in your cupboards and brought a towel. It is always so uncomfortable in the wet. “
He showed me the spot and put out the light. We merged again with each other and made love again.

Jens had actually managed to silently leave the bedroom and stood with fresh coffee and baked-bread in the bed. He was still naked, what I could see through the door at the light bill. We had made love twice heavenly and yet I was not quite comfortable with asking him to open the blinds. A wonderful day was out and the sunlight blinded me. As if he had been waiting to have my eyes become accustomed to the glare, Jens remained standing at the window and did not return after a while. The bells and the penis swaying with each step, which brought me up quite a sweat. But perhaps it was only because of the cover, and made the decision myself not as an uptight old box to behave, finally, we had made love twice. I sat up and let at least flash the bosom, as he walked around the bed, the breakfast set in the middle and joined beside me. He remained naked, covered not to be and I could not take his family my view. Although it was laid on his thigh now I had to remember how wonderful it felt and loved me so. Silently and us only beholding we had breakfast.

When trying to park the tray next to my bed I was all but Kopfüber fallen out. However, his arm wrapped around me, her hand on her bosom and pulled me back. Again, I was covered with kisses, and this time I dared his penis, which was based before my eyes to their full height to take into their own hands. but forgot him also the same, since Jens his fingers came closer my sex and I had to remember to have not had any morning routine. But Jens Finger urged unswervingly before further and gently stroked the lust pearl ever deeper into the gap until the finger dipped in the entrance of pleasure. I was always uncomfortable while Jens promoted more and more moisture to bead and then, already wet, her devoted entirely. I could not do anything, even my self-doubt could not resist it and my legs parted. On the one hand I felt unclean, and on the other side was this feeling of pleasure, which I had succumbed very quickly, I just gave and again thought of his penis in my hand. For me it was new, a penis with his hand to spoil and as Jens ejaculated suddenly and quite unexpectedly for myself I felt guilty. I immediately let go of him, as if I had done a bad thing, but Jens pleaded continue.

I went on and he said: “Early in the morning I ever wound up and if I still have so a hot sight and touch as a wet mouse that can happen.
Instead to reproach me, he spoke quite easy about it and I took pleasure in letting his penis through my hand, which was now slick with something Lustsaft, slide. He came very close and rubbed his belly to my groin, which had received the most Lustsaft.

Then he breathed: “Close your eyes and relax.”

He licked and nibbled alternately the buds and fingers circled or continue rubbing the pearl. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, which was not so easy and slowly went from Equip. increased the desire, the more I relaxed, and enjoyed every second. Somehow I had the feeling my insides Rocks on and then it was just indescribable. Waves flooded me my receipt of pleasure seemed to snap like a fish by air and I lost all grip. I pressed her thighs together, so that the finger does not leave the pearl and his face on my bosom. Again and again flooded me warmth, with the center in the lower abdomen and I was just did not know what happens to me. It could only be an orgasm, my first and with 65 years.

“I’m suffocating equal” came Jens muffled voice of my bosom.

I quickly let his head go, then pulled him but right up to me and covered his face me kisses.
Happily, we fell back on the bed and dried my Jens bar with the towel. It took some time before I was calm again and the whole time looked at Jens. His eyes did not bother me more and when he asked whether he should go or should stay there was only one answer to that, of course, remain.
He left me alone for a while, cleared away the breakfast and came back after some time.
“I have my queen a bath taken in,” he said, helping me out of bed.

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