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All three cocks stayed rock hard and never got soft. By the time they came in and on me again, I was absolutely soaking with cum. That’s when the older audience got braver and wanted to join. The three older ladies walked over to my three guys, each one taking a cock and sucking the mixed cum and pussy juices off them. Then all three women laid down on their backs side by side in missionary position and got fucked by the three young studs. Their husbands joined in too, but they preferred more classic sex. One of them got me on my back, spread my legs, and slid his dick inside me. It didn’t feel the same as the three young studs, but it still felt good, especially knowing I was pleasing the o

And somehow, between mafia wars, family drama, and healing old wounds, they built something stronger than either of them expected, a family, a home, and a love that survived time itself. Writing them felt like watching two people grow up, grow older, and grow into love instead of rushing toward it. And I think that’s why their story means so much to me. Because this book was never only about mafia power or dangerous men. It was also about women. About the truth that romance does not belong only to young heroines or first loves. A woman does not lose her magic with age. She does not become less worthy of passion, desire, softness, or grand gestures. If anything, life makes her richer, wiser,

It was as though he too had felt that kind of unexpressed longing, and it tugged at something within me. The third story was about a love that spanned across age, where the older man was mature and steady, while his younger lover was passionate and fearless. Though their relationship was challenged by their age difference, they supported each other, facing life’s hardships together. Their love wasn’t understood by outsiders, yet the mutual respect and acceptance they shared only made their bond stronger.

"Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as I have the scent of flowers. Haha. Are you thinking that a fifty-year-old woman like me is a little unreasonable? But I just like flowers!" "No, no, no, nothing like that, Gloria." James was suddenly overjoyed. He suddenly understood that he managed to maintain his composure and put on airs, but the old woman could no longer keep calm anymore. As expected, it's actually easier for older women to

He said making a teasing face “Of course, they better get ready!’’ I said in a serious tone forgetting I was crying seconds ago “That's the baby girl I want to see” He smiled “Thanks a lot, hubby” I pouted cutely “You’re welcome” He smiled and left, one thing I like about my older man is how he respects and adores me, it's like the universe was saving me from Micheal when they pushed him out of my life, now I know I made the right decision asking my older man to marry me, it wasn't a bad idea after all.

Coward. The elders exchange glances. I already know what they’re going to say before they open their mouths. “You have changed.” My fingers tighten around the glass. “What a disappointing thing to say.” One elder snorts. “Years of knowing you, and I’ve never seen you lose your temper because men looked at a woman.” My expression stays blank. “Then maybe your memory is failing.” “It's not.” The older man leans forward. “You hated women.” A few men choke on their drinks. I slowly turn my head, and they look away. Smart.

I meant every word. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her chest. She pulled back and slapped me, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don’t do this to me. I’m scared I might fall in love with you. "You’ve been on my mind since I last saw you. But why? Why would I fall for my son’s friend?" Hearing this, I felt my resolve strengthen. I held her tightly. "Is it because of the age difference?" Seeing Claire nod, I pressed, "Does that really matter? If we care about each other, why should age get in the way?"

I resisted the urge to politely ask her not to touch the white jacket, and stood, plastering a robotic smile on my face. "Welcome, please have a seat." The older woman went around looking at my office and touching things as though we had both contributed to building it. As if they couldn't hear me, the younger woman kept gushing over the jacket and my style while the older one carried her shoulder high in arrogance, running her fingers through the hundreds of books on the shelve. Finally, she broke her silence, "A scholar, I see. You and I will get along well, we are alike. I have read The Little Mermaid. "

"Hey, what book is this?" The man who was focusing with the microscope lens finally lifted his face, "Isn't there a title there?" "Yeah I know, but about what? I've never heard of Aima before. Is this a book about sexuality? A porn book?" asked Gail happily. This man rolled his eyes, "Seriously, if you are looking for a book like that you can find it at Night Flowers," he said. "Then?" The old man straightened his stiff body then pushed his wheelchair and turned to face Gail. "This is a book about a lost history," he said.

Her back was bowed low and the white of her hair reached the floors in her wake as she slowly came in front of Maru. “Hi, Grandma! Thank you for the treat earlier! How did you know my name?” Maru asked after the old woman stopped a foot from him and scrutinized his body from head to toe. He too, did the same. This grandmother’s height was only a few inches taller than him. Finally, someone my own size! Maru tried to hide his smile and failed. So he examined the room to avoid the searching gaze of the old woman. There was no decoration in the place except for the thick books that seem to occupy the entirety of the room. It was more of a library than anything else. Maybe this grandma was a col