My ex-wife Midori was older than me, and I spoiled her, and ended up breaking up with her. A few years later, I remarried her younger wife, but it didn't work out. On nights when her wife is not at a drinking party, she buys dinner at a convenience store. At that time, I happened to meet her ex-wife again. Out of nostalgia for her, I invited her over to my house and talked about our current situation. We had some alcohol, and I complained to Midori about her daily frustrations. Midori was listening to me with a gentle look. For a moment I remember the time when I lived with her. When she was always by my side with a smile on her face, when we made love. I put my hand on Midori's shoulder and gently rub her. Midori gently rejected the hand that was gradually lowered. I remember Midori is vulnerable to a little aggressive and gentle attacks. He was still the old Midori, sensitive to her caresses even though he rejected her words. I munched on Midori, took her clothes off and sucked on Midori's crotch. Her words of refusal vanished from Midori as she relentlessly attacked him with her fingers and tongue. When I slowly held out my cock in front of Midori, I took it in my mouth as if I had been waiting for it and began to taste it...
