That evening I started training Martino on using the cudgel. He was strong and agile enough that even at the age of 42 he had the potential of becomin... quite skilled with it. The main thing that he had to learn was not to try to make every blow start with an overhand swing. Beyond that, all he really needed was practice, practice, practice. That was one of the main reasons for the popularity of the cudgel.When Martino got too tired for more practice, I sat at a table and drew some sketches of. I told her geting wet myself. Well, we found a grassy place in the shade to sit and soon he had his hands all over me and his fingers slipped insode puss with no problem. You know I am big down there and usually my husband cannot get me off. He just rolls on me, gets off and rolls over and goes to sleep. we both laughed. He laid me back and soon I was naked and trying to cover myself and he loked at my body and said how beautiful I was. I just dropped my hands and held my arms out to him. He. His eyes opened, looking straight into mine- fucking intense. He had bright green eyes, and I couldn’t look away until he broke the stare.Richard knelt on the floor. He laid his hands on my knees, spread my legs, and pushed his face into my covered pussy. Literally biting my thong, he ripped it straight down the middle and tossed one half to the floor. And I didn’t even care. His tongue was probing around my wet pussy lips, licking my clit, tasting me. I could barely hold in my moans. Stroking. Like all teenagers, his dick became a faucet and he could shoot a load and not even slow down, but instead only want more. I still thought Id have to go slow with him, but once again he was ahead of me. He reached behind him and grabbed my cock. Jacked it a couple times with his lubed hand and got it nice and slippery. Then, as my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open yet again, he very calmly and smoothly lowered himself onto my cock and sat right down on it all in one motion! He didnt even.