
I reunited with my first love, a woman who was my class committee member at the reunion. She was married, but her husband was often away on business, and she seemed to have sexual frustration, showing off her defenseless panties. We ended up alone in the bathroom and I instinctively kissed her and let her lick my penis. After the party, she, emboldened by alcohol, invited me to her husband's empty house. This was a sign to go further. At her house, I stuck my finger in the mouth of a perverted classmate who had become an S&M, tore her stockings, teased and touched her heated crotch, unable to stop the excitement, went to the kitchen and slowly enjoyed her plump, lewd body, inserted my penis deep into her throat, and while standing, thrust from behind like a ghost, pumping relentlessly. I showed her embarrassed, aroused face in the mirror while thrusting from behind with all my might, and then we quietly embraced on the bed. We embraced in the bathtub, intending to have sex until morning and stay overnight.



















