As he gunned the Harley and crossed the border, the irony hit him. The last time he’d taken this route was when he and his wife went on their 20^th anniversary vacation.

Now he was heading to a gun shop where he could buy a weapon with no waiting period. When he passed the water park, he remembered how they’d gone on the rides, over and over, and still had the energy to ride each other all night long. He could remember it vividly….

“Oh, oh,” she gasped, tiny beads of sweat shimmering all over her body.

He felt his cock spurt deep inside her, and she stayed on top of him, her wet pussy hair matted against his own thick, damp bush. Their mingled juices were hot and moist in his lap when, dizzy and almost ready to fall over, she eased herself off his softening cock and fell onto the bed next to him, eyeing... Read More