Vynessa;
Sitting on the soft bed of my old husband, my right leg crossed over my left. My arms hug my chest as my eyes stay on him taking off his clothes. I’d been here for over two hours without hearing him say a word to me.
He sent for me, right? So why isn't he speaking to me? The cool wind and awkward silence that lingers in the room speak more words than his gestures.
“Is there a reason you sent for me?” My body awkwardly adjusts a bit on the bed as I finally break the silence. The pit of my stomach knot. Unsettled, as anticipation washed over me.
My old husband strips his body off his last piece of clothes - his underpants. He stands bare before me. His long thick thighs spread. His c**k and dangling balls sleep between his hips.
He isn't aroused. Strange. This old d**k alwa
