Then she reminded herself that it was pointless to worry about his little dalliances any more. It was a good sign that he looked comfortable in the d...rk leather of his favorite antique chair, with its high back. It had been a while since he had actually sat in that chair. Although not fully recovered, power still radiated from him. His thin lips were even curled into what could be defined as a smile if you did not know him well.“Enjoyed your day?” The tone of his question made her heart sink.. I was a bridesmaid when Charles Wood and Olivia Small became Smallwoods, and she held up one of the canopy poles at my wedding the week after I defended my dissertation.I only ever made love with her one more time after that, not counting the time-travel visit.I came to celebrate with her the week after the Nobel was announced. She had been recently widowed; Charles had died suddenly about three weeks earlier. She looked old and tired at 68, and as I looked more closely I realized she was. She stared at my cock briefly and pulled my jeans and underwear down to mid thigh together and then took me into her mouth. She worked her head up and down my shaft and I soon found my hand twisted in her hair. As I first started to pull she stopped, looked up at me and said, “YES!” With that I pulled harder and pushed her back onto my cock. With my hand in her hair I guided her up and down me until I was soundly fucking her face. She gagged a couple of times – her spit flowing over my cock and. Her whole body shaking and breaking into a sweat. “OOoohhhhh fuckin’ ‘ell...” She gasps, a smile breaking through and turning into a wider-than-wide grin.There’s something about the way she’s shivering and the smell that sweat must be giving off, because Odin stops licking and tries to mount her right away. His big front legs on either side of her little body, standing over her rather than wrapping his paws around her.He’s pumping at her rear end – his cock jiggling up against her crotch,.