My hair has come forward, blocking your view of my tongue as it trails over your chest, flicking over your nipple before lightly nibbling and sucking ...t into my mouth. You moan, your erection flexing as your desire is all consuming. God, you want me, and you try to make your needs known. My tongue continues on its downward trail, kisses and nibbles over your stomach and down to your shaft where it begins a sensuous dance with you. I can taste you, you are wet for me, and you are not sure who. We were dirty mouthing and humping, when I noticed old holy-Joe, her fucked-up excuse of a father, standing in the doorway, jacking-off watching us, 'That's it Sophie', I moaned, letting him have his wank, 'Stick me baby, stick me hard', and Sophie reached behind and pulled the butt-plug from her ass, and eased it up my cunt, now I could feel her warmth, as the plug slid into me, I had something to grip as I came, Sophie rammed her thigh against my crotch, to stop it coming out, 'Your fathers. We had been married about 5 months when Tim had his 50th birthday he had a huge party at his house most of the village were invited, we went round early on the day of the party to help him get it ready Mark and a few others but up a marquee in the back garden, the drinks were following throughout the day. we nipped home for a shower and to change I was wearing a simple but revelling short black dress stockings skimpy knickers and heels, by about ten the party was in full flow I had. She cupped her hands over her nipples as she let the bra flip around her. She held it there; desperately trying to procrastinate revealing herself.Wellswood held out his hand; palm up. Anna took the few steps over to him; making eye contact, hoping he might relent. With one hand out, and the other trying to cover herself, she stared pleadingly at him as she handed him the bra.Anna may have been forty, but time had been gracious to her. Her breasts were not large. They did not sag. They were.