Until you didn’t know what day it was or who you were. The world could go to Hell in a hand basket and you wouldn’t care, just as long as I was th...re to fill you again.” “Oh God,” she whispered. He was so accurate it was mortifying. “This is ridiculous,” she panted as he restrained her attempts to move. Her mind was fighting to be rational but her body refused to obey. All she could see stamped on the back of her eyelids was a vision of herself, pinned against the wall, disintegrating around. She was ecstatic with intense pleasure and moved her bottom end about as much as she could to exploit her husband’s intrusive fingers. Keeping his fingers in her vagina Robert positioned himself so that Anita could take his cock in her mouth. She felt him push his manhood in and her teeth gently pushed back the foreskin and the bulbous gland filled her, pushing in to the back of her mouth. She sucked on it hard and her tongue rubbed gently. Anita, gasping for breath, couldn’t move her head and. For too many years I’ve been fucking stretched out MILF pussys or some other worn out slut’s cunt. It feels so nice to have a young tight pussy clenching my cock and doing it’s best to milk my dry. Once inside, I pause for a few moments and revel in the fact that my 43 year old cock is buried deep inside my sexy little cousin that I watched grow up over 25 years. But Stacy doesn’t like my inactivity and starts thrusting her hips up and down as she pleads with me to start fucking her. I start. It’s almost nine o’clock, and I feel like something is supposed to have happened by now. The fan in the long, rectangular conservatory is struggling against the syrupy air of a glass room that’s been cooking all day long. There’s little to look at. The glass has blinds pulled across it, so it’s just us penguins, a medium-sized cactus and a simple water feature. It’s an ordinary suburban house in a regular suburban street. Do the neighbours know what goes on here? The floor tiles feel sticky.