My cunt felt sore, but I wanted more.I enjoyed a warm and relaxing shower for a long while. I then toweled my wet body and wrapped myself around the s...me towel.I went back to my bedroom, noticing that Heavy Feather was there, lying on a corner and staring at me. I produced a jar of lube and poured a generous amount around my tight rosebud. I then slipped two lubed fingers deeply into my anus, gasping at the intrusion…When I felt my anal ring stretched and lubricated enough. I pulled down the. But her daughter had arranged a birthday dinner to celebrate her forty fifth birthday and Susan had agreed, at least someone had remembered her birthday; John was probably screwing some whore in LA. His Filofax and email contacts were always heavily guarded. The higher up the ranks he rose, and the more companies he bought and sold, the more aloof and reclusive he became.Susan sprayed herself with perfume and picking up her wine, wandered downstairs. Stan, her daughter’s nineteen year old. She was a tiny thing; four and a half feet of mouthwatering nubile cuteness. She was narrow waisted and slim hipped with a gently rounded belly and perky breasts tipped by nipples that had been standing so perfectly at attention that I wouldn’t be surprised if they gave me a salute. She had a silky waterfall of hair the color of sunshine threaded with golden highlights and gleaming with copper and bronze. Her eyes, set over exotically high cheekbones, were luminous blue orbs that would put all. I held her shoulders, pressed her against myself, took my eyes really close to hers and said,“now witness my lust!” Then I started tasting her all the way down to her pussy, while pressing her hands against her own back. I did not much strength as I never wanted her to feel assaulted but she never tries against it either. She must be loving to be overpowered like that.She was moaning all the way. I pushed down her panty and looked at her shaven, rose colored, beautiful pussy.“Wow!” I kissed it.