“Damn girl, twenty five! You must have never cumbefore…I think I just sucked down a good 10 years worthof pussy juice…And let me tel... yeah somethinghoney…It was delicious.” Margaret couldn’t even respond to him. Deep down, sheknew he was telling the truth.He walked over to her still sitting with her head down.Margaret looked up and saw his limp cock staring at herjust inches from her lips. Then she looked up at him. Hedidn’t have to saw a word. She knew. I didn’t say much at the time, but I let her know later that I wasn’t too keen on her exposing her body to the world. We actually got into an argument over it. She claimed that I was acting like I owned her, and wouldn’t allow her to do what she wanted to. My argument was the standard male chauvinist line, which she ripped apart. Maggie said she was going to be there with or without me. I reluctantly agreed to participate, especially when she got several of her friends to agree including Greg. . enjoy me... as I plan to enjoy you..." I hear a zipper, and a cry is muffled as your lips take mine again. My fists landing on your shoulders, barely registering, then a gasp as your hands hook under my thighs lifting me up, and you slide into me. Shocked into silence, unable to breathe, or move, or think, I feel the thickness of you, deep inside me, and you are still as well. I groan out loud, and feel your hands cup my ass, squeezing it painfully, leaving the marks of your hands, and you. Oh heaven. I started to stroke my cock as I looked at her reach the gate, she didn’t seam to be in much of a hurry, but it was 00.30 so she was very relaxed. She lit a cigarette and walked slowly up and down, I carefully opened the window so I could hear her high heels better, and at points I could hear her ffnylons swishing together. As she walked towards the lamppost you could see her more clearly, probably in her 60s but with a gorgeous figure. I had such a good view of her ffnylon stocking.