His finger pinched her pinkish-brown nipples.Savita was dripping wet now, well-lubricated to welcome his cock. He peeled her panty and pushed her to a...chair. Savita lifted her thighs to let him penetrate her. Soon the room filled with smacking sounds he made by thrusting his erect cock inside her wet pussy.But Savita wasn’t done. She wanted to show him how the characters from the sketches did it. She kneeled in a doggy position to let him enter her from behind. This made him pump her even. Intrigued, he opened it andfound it was a confirmation letter for his grandma's placement at a Carehome some 20 miles away from here. Mystery! John had not realised she wasin a Care home. Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door neighbour Mr Dawkins rushing in to his porch out of thepouring rain. Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourself."Moving on to the. I moaned and smiled but otherwise made no movement. Tim struggled for a bit with my skirt but was eventually able to get it off and out of the way. Now with a clear view, they all stood around and marveled at my shaking body as Mark continued to plow in and out of me. Winston put his hand on my clit and slid his fingers carefully down around where Mark’s cock intersected with me. Nobody seemed to mind a little man on man touch, especially me. Secretly, I wished that they would take that action. But this wasn’t just fucking.To me it was like skipping a class or two and attempting an advanced course. And the only guideline here was something I overheard once in a bar, when one girl told another:“If I could change one thing in men it would be their fucking determination to touch and maim. Boobs first, pussy second, then insert dick and ole, ole. Why do they understand a motors need to warm up and can’t bring that knowledge to bear with a woman? Is it too much that I ask for the same.