Susan moaned and whimpered while thrusting herself up off the bed before grunting with every new thrust that filled her fanny full. She wriggled and t...isted under me, gyrating her pussy on to my cock “Susan, I nearly there” I said unsure where to come “Arrrrrrr yeeeeeeeeeesss pump it in me, come in me, Arrrrr fuck me hard” she cried outI banged that old granny in to the bed, fucking her hard like someone half her age and she screamed out to fuck her harder. I thrust my cock deep inside,. I can hear her slurping as she opens her full lips to reveal sharp teeth and the warm, welcoming, wetness of her mouth, as she sucks Grant’s softly throbbing, squidgy sacs of yummy, gooey, sticky, creamy, hot semen deep into her, as her tongue swirls around his soft plums, as she cleans his dirty flesh of every last molecule of dead skin and liquid secretions. Grant is most definitely not a good girl like me; as Anita suckles, his fingers squeeze about my waist, his breathing becomes more rapid. He told me to sit down on mine which I did and he sat on his right next to me. He laid on his back and told me that if I wanted to, I could go ahead and touch him again. I gently reached over and without saying a word, took it in my hand again and just held it a little bit. He told me to move my hand up and down and that it was called "stroking", I smiled and did as told and boy, that thing got hard as a rock! I did this for several minutes and watched him as I did this for him. It was a nice. Nancy had told me about John’s cock, which she said was quite a bit bigger than her father’s, as well as of John’s stamina and recuperative powers. With my coaching, Nancy had also taught John the finer points of pussy worship, and she said he had been a willing and enthusiastic student. I lay by my pool in the morning, working on my tan, and considering the wisdom of possibly getting involved with my daughter’s former lover, a young man a bit more than half my age. The more I thought about.