It’s a shame, really. I’m so glad that Bob and I can still go at it and enjoy it at our age. I couldn’t imagine life without it.”“Well, it s...unded like you got plenty last night,” Erika giggled.“I sure did, darling! I sure did,” sighed Mable dreamily. “I’m proud to say that Papa Bob really knows how to satisfy me ... in more ways than one. Truth be told,” said Mable lowering her voice as if they were in the presence of other people, “early in our marriage Papa Bob had a problem with finishing. "How big would this be on me, in me?" That's a 350 cc High Pro," Harold sighed. He'd promised her whatevershe wanted, but he felt very reluctant to spoil the perfection of whathe thought she already had. After years of implanting large breasts inactresses, showgirls and ordinary women, he had discovered a personalpreference for petite figures. "That would take you up to a D-Cup."Barbie put it down, "How big could you go? I mean, how big could I go?"Harry wanted to groan, "Bigger," he admitted.. He then pushes me back on the sofa and unzips his pants and begins to fuck my mouth, getting his cock nice and hard and his balls slapping against my face. As he continues to do this, he uses his free hand to push three fingers in to my clean-shaven pussy to see how wet I was. He would rotate his hand between my pussy and my tits rolling my nipples between two fingers. Once he felt my pussy nice and wet, he pushed me down on the sofa and began fucking me, putting his right hand over my mouth. What little conversation they held was strained, and focused on trivial topics of a general nature: a small comment about the rising price of gasoline, a little exchange about a woman wearing a funky hat, and an agreement that the weather was nice for that time of year.As if by mutual agreement, they avoided the topic of the kiss in front of the house the previous evening. That didn’t keep them from glancing nervously at each other when one thought the other wasn’t looking. Anyone watching them.