Mature Wet Pussy Selected Stories

She sensed it too because she told me she wanted all of it in her mouth. My limbs feel light and elastic, but there is a delicious tightness in my cunt, a longing, like the desire to stretch or yawn. "Are we going to have another secret?" Betty asked. "I always wanted to thank you for that day". He could be someone's husband, someone's father, or the kindly, bookish uncle who takes you to museums on the weekends. Mature Wet Pussy I told her about the "special" lotion that Barb and Dee had and she was asking all kinds of questions. models mature . She looked my way, and a smile flashed across her face, with me grinning back at her. free mature vintage cartoons . I could feel Betty's reluctance for me to give her oral pleasure, so I paused and looked up at her asking for her permission, "Do you not like to be pleased like this?" Her answer surprised me! "Oh I don't know, it's just something my husband would never do. Reaching down and cupping her bottom in my hands, I began to rock her back and forth. (Names have been changed to prevent any problems with the real life people) * * * * * Friday was the last day that we were to be at the cabin. Mature Wet Pussy The desire to pound her pussy gave me the strength to carry her to the pool steps, and up and out of the pool. Changing my pace from slow, deep, penetrations, to hard, fast, pounding thrusts, and back, seemed to be just the technique Betty's body wanted. search mature women galleries . At least this is what was in my mind. She held the kiss like what seemed forever. His hands roam all over me, enjoying the shapes of my body through the satin slip. Mature Wet Pussy My orgasm was more intense than any I had ever had, my prick ballooned to enormous proportions, the head of my cock expanding as Jean jerked it rapidly with her hand, milking it, forcing every drop of cum to ejaculate into someone's mouth, I knew not which as each of them took a turn drinking my essence, my soul.