My ex-wife Midori was older, and I grew too dependent on her warmth, which ultimately led to our breakup. A few years passed, and I remarried a younger woman, but things weren't going well. One night while my wife was out at a drinking party, I went to the convenience store to buy dinner and unexpectedly ran into Midori again. Filled with nostalgia, I invited her back to my place, and we talked about our lives and what we'd been up to lately. After drinking a bit, I opened up to Midori about my daily frustrations. She listened with gentle, calm eyes—the same way she always did. Just that brought back memories of our time living together, her constant smile, the comfort she provided. Unconsciously, I placed my hand on her shoulder. Gradually sliding my hand downward, Midori gently resisted, but her reaction was just like it used to be. Though she verbally refused, her body responded sensitively to my touch. Drawn to her once more, I reached out again, undressed her, and buried my face between her legs. Relentlessly teasing her with my fingers and tongue, her resistance faded completely—she could barely contain herself. Finally, I summoned my courage, thrust my cock in front of her, and she took it into her mouth as if she'd been waiting for it, savoring every inch.