Indian darling Sweet Pussy

At the age of thirty six Adam had found himself back on the lonely mans scrapheap. His girlfriend of over ten years had one day announced that she had found someone else and was hoping that he would do the same (like he had not heard that hurtful phrase before). She gave no direct reason for the breakup but Adam had often seen her later on in town with men very much younger than the years he now looked. For the next ten years Adam had only short term relationships with women and nearly all of them had ended their relationships in the same sort of manner, ‘they all had moved on to someone else’ and hoped that ‘he could do the same’. Very annoying for Adam who was now getting into his late forties and was no closer to finding that special someone than he had been when he was in his twenties. But, and this was a big ‘but’, he had started to notice a very peculiar thing was happening with all of the women he had been dating. After they had been together for a few weeks, and after a good few sessions of sex( every one of them saying that it was something unexplainable and amazing about his cum) that he had realized that his cum was doing something to each and every one of them. They all began to look younger, their friends and family and as it always went, their soon to be future partners all kept telling them. One night as Adam was about to reach his fiftieth birthday he had a chance encounter with one of the women that he had had a short relationship with, for about five months, and he was about to put his theory to the test. The woman had definitely aged since he had last seen her but she was still looking at least ten years his junior, a fifty year old in a forty year olds body. They had a few drinks together in a local pub, things got very friendly and she explained how she had quite recently broken up with her partner. They had been together for nearly six years but he had had an affair with a woman ten years her junior. She indian had told him how she had felt the most youthful back in the days when they had been together and that she was sorry for ever leaving amateur him. After many drinks and a lot of asian flirting they made their way back to her flat. Adam found his way into her bedroom where she was waiting, naked. He started as he always did by licking every inch of her skin, from head to toe. Her skin was older now, the taste of it was more mature than the sweet buttered taste it had been the last time he had tasted it, though this was more to his liking, like a fine wine aged to perfection. Her face had a few more lines around the features than it had before and Adam noticed a few more pounds of flesh than had been there before. Little wisps of hair now covered parts of her body that could only signify the onset of age, the smooth hairless body of the young woman he had known before was changed. As he circled her nipples he found them more defined than the young puffy nipples he had known. They still stiffened and tasted as great as he played them to her gasps of pleasure. Stan kept going, in an indian inch or two and then back out. I felt that amateur she was soaking wet, and actually seemed to be turned on by asian this. You think that will prolong your existence. She had nothing to be ashamed of. I groaned, thrusting into her convulsing bowels. “Aw, poor baby ,” Chloe instead cooed in a saccharine, sing-song voice, before allowing an inkling of impatience to seep into her tone. The scent of tangy pussy swelled in the air, drowning out the other aromas. She leaned forward tentatively, licking the bulbous head of his shaft. “You know,” Lindsay piped up, “I feel like this conversation has brought us together closer than the last ten years of our friendship have.” Hazel smiled at her warmly. It was wide and fit snugly about her nose and brow. He didn’t think the young girl could do anything too bad to Sarah. You can’t hold out forever, Daddy.