.Let me tell you about myself. I'm an ordinary guy, in my 50's and married. We have no k**s, and still enjoying each other in every way. Sex is still ...reat, no complaints about that part. We both have our jobs, hobby's, and like to go out every now and then. It all started some time ago, it has to do with one hobby of ours; horse riding.We don't keep our horses at home, we rent some stables at a small farm, some miles away from our home. The family is taking care of the horses 24/7, so we do. I thought to myself as my fingers found her wet lips and bulging clit. I slipped two fingers into her straight away, feeling the heat and wetness of her envelope them. I started to finger her, standing there outside her kitchen with her mother's open bedroom door maybe 10 feet away as Christina's hands wove into my long hair. Without any warning at all, her fingernails suddenly dug into my scalp and scraped against my head hard, causing me to wince as I felt her molten pussy grip onto my. My prick was getting redder and redder and she kept sucking harder and harder. And I could feel the hard metal of a tongue ring. That was so much added pleasure. She was an aggressive little cock sucker that was for sure. To hell with it! I fucked her face harder and tightened my grip on her brown tresses. I glanced down and saw her pinching her nipples. Hell, I could do that for her. As she continued making love to my prick I released her hair and moved my hands down to maul her huge melon. Molly stepped forward and slipped her arms around his waist leaning up for a kiss. Part of her was pleased she could now touch him and another part wanted to ensure it wasn't still a dream. “I guess this means you have to be part of my 'inner circle',” Flynn said.“Oh, your cooking already decided that a long time ago,” she replied, giggling. “This is just a side benefit.”“Well, no arguments from me, but I think I might miss eavesdropping on you while you read those sexy stories.”“If you think.