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Originally Posted by Torch_Man
In the shower we immediately cleaned up the overflow from our butt fucking, and then we devoted considerable time to soaping and caressing the remainder of our bodies. For a minute I thought Maude was going to jack me off in the process of scrubbing my tool. She did get it hard, and upon doing so she stooped in front of me, placed my cock between her enormous tits, and together we worked it back and forth in her upper valley.
I was extremely turned on by now, and Maude noticed this fact. She removed my shaft from between her boobs and into her mouth. Vigorously, she sucked and pumped my tool to blissful submission. Once again I fed her my best cream. But I was not to be undone.
As soapy as we were, I moved her out of the shower and seated her on the toilet. She automatically spread wide when she saw me kneeling before her. The bountiful soap suds collected at her crotch did little if any at impeding my quest for her pussy. My mouth found her opening instinctively, and my tongue jutted into her hole. Her greeting was a low, sensual moan as she cradled my head in her hands.
The intensity of our coupling along with the long period of neglect for both of us caused Maude to respond to my tongue immediately. Also, the unbridled ardor with which I invaded her crotch had brought the tip of my nose into play coincidentally and precisely on top of her clitoris. Her orgasm could have been classified as spontaneous combustion considering the time from contact to climax.
We stood soap-clad back in the shower deeply engrossed in passionate embraces until the water started to turn cooler and convince us the shower was over. We took turns drying each other, and in the process almost initiated another amorous episode.
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"Careful, Randy," she gasped, "I still want that old fashioned fuck."
"I'm up for that," I replied with all due enthusiasm.
"Not just yet, you aren't" Maude said as she flipped my limp dick and laughed. "I'm awed by that thing's stamina, but timing is everything at this stage of the venture. Rest up, and then I want you to fuck me bowlegged." Evidently my earlier remark had stuck with her.
"Done," was all I could think of to say. I followed Maude back to the kitchen where the day had begun.
"By the way, Mr. Handyman," she said, "my plumbing is still leaking."
"That gives me a reason to visit you again," I said good-naturedly.
"You damned sure better have a better reason than that to return."
"Oh, believe me, Love," I sighed, "I do. I do."
We went into the living room where we sat and listened to some very pleasant music from a collection of CD's in Maude's entertainment center. It was nearing four o'clock in the afternoon. Maude broke the silence.