“Who left you like this?”She half expected him to use her sexually. Perhaps he was too old to get it up, though? Would he hurt her?He rummaged in ... pocket and produced a clasp-knife. “Let’s get you out of that,” and cut the ropes. At another time, he would have untied the knots, but dew had swollen the fibres and he wanted her free as quickly as possible. “Get up, girl,” he held out a hand and helped her to stand, then brushed dirt, pine-needles and assorted small wild-life from her back. He. After a few minutes of gentle fucking Anita moved her legs round so that they rested on the back of Jonathan´s calves. As their coupling continued my wife started to moan louder and louder and her breathing became ragged. I knew that this was the precursor to her having an orgasm and it wasn’t long before it was full upon her. Anita suddenly screamed out and arched her back so that she was pressed up against him as he continued to plunge into her willing wet cunt. As she came down from her. And for Becky, that was just about everywhere.“Oh, oh, oh. Finger fuck me, Ron.” He pressed in one, then two fingers coating them with a flood of her inner juices. When his tongue found her clit she yelled, “Ah, oooh. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”A voice behind Ron echoed her screams. “Don’t stop mister. She’s ready to cum. Finish her off.”It was Becky’s husband who had quietly walked in the door lugging his suitcase and a bouquet.“Ah, ogh, hmmm,” she moaned and moaned. “That was amazing." she. Something that suited her as she was quite happy being a single, independent woman. She had a good job, a nice place to live, and a steady love life. In fact, steady was a word that could be applied to most aspects of her life. Steady as in uneventful.One room caught her attention - "Young Men Seeking Older Women." Figuring it would be good for a few laughs, she entered the room.As she expected, a barrage of rather graphic proposals filled her screen. This time she just ignored the worst of.