Once inside her apartment, he took of his sport coat and sat on the couch. She asked what he wanted to drink and went to make the drinks. She came bac... with two vodka tonics. One sip of the drink told him she had not wasted any tonic. It was a strong drink and he wondered about it. Viv sat next to him on the couch. He noticed that before she sat down she put some sort of a cloth on the end table that was on her side of the couch.They were sipping the drinks and Bob was dropping compliments on. She had undergone a series of surgeries on her female organs during her forties. As a result, she had no sexual feelings inside her pussy cavity. By chance, she discovered that she could still orgasm with her asshole stuffed full of cock or a dildo.We all met at Della’s condo, on the bank of the Mississippi, in St. Louis’s French Quarter. Mid-day found all her younger neighbors at work or running errands. Della would never even answer the front door without her make-up on. When I knocked, she. He went first. You saw something change in his gaze, in his rhythm, and suddenly he was simultaneously the most powerful man and earth, all muscle and tension and thrusting power that ground hard into her as he peaked, and he was as weak and helpless as a little baby at the exact same time. And then she was coming as well, and she clung to him like he was all the universe, grinding up against him as though she needed to devour him, his very soul, with her motions, as though she were somehow. I can still feel it inside me."They sat there talking to Christie and Bob, who had come down shortly before they arrived, and sipping glasses of ice tea. Bob, every time she drew near to him, would pat her on the butt, or snake a hand between her thighs. It was obvious that they had had a good time. Every time he touched her, she would let one of her breasts get near enough to his face for him to take it in his mouth and suck on it, and give him a kiss before straightening up to do what she had.