On reflection, that seemed a better description.I reached the sad, almost empty amusement arcade at the end of the promenade and looked at the brightl... coloured but half closed buildings. The cafe was open so I bought a large takeaway coffee, sipped it, staring out at the choppy grey sea and looked at my watch once again.He had been there for an hour already. A lot could happen in sixty minutes.Young, fit and strong, he would probably have inseminated Rachel’s forty-three-year-old body at least. I reach down and unbutton and then unzip her skirt. I let it drop to the floor as I cup each of her ass cheeks. I swivel around the front and give her another deep kiss. I didn’t need to because she already wanted me. I did it because I wanted her to really lust for me. Ache for my touch. I wanted her to want me and want me bad.Before making her lay down I pull her thong panties down. She tries to kick off her high heel shoes but I tell her no. I want to fuck you with them on. I push. Raman had difficulty in deciding whom to take where but he finally resolved it by pulling down my jeans and inserting his thick hand inside to stroke my pussylips while he slipped out of his own trousers adn ordered Shilpa to give him a blow job.I unhooked my brassiere and pulled it off and then Raman’s hands were on my full breasts kneading them till theyu became reddish and blusih with all the kneading and my nipples flushed erect. His finger slipped in my pussy as he started to storke. She wanted it bad. We both wanted it bad. She took my penis and guided it towards her vagina. She lowered herself down on me and I entered her in swiftly. She was wet and ready…..very very wet. She didn’t move back up but instead pressed herself harder onto me and started moving back and forth. I was savouring the feeling of warm pussy on my penis. She continued in this motion and threw her head back. With one hand on my chest, the other one was pressing her own breast. I cupped the other.