She left the room and I sat there realizing that I was sporting a heavy and growing erection. Mom was what, I had to calculate in my head, 46, 47? Hol... shit! She was incredible! All that jogging around the marina was really keeping her tight and fit.From off screen I heard, "Hang on sweetie. I'm coming." I watched as she crossed the room, tits swaying gently, and got a tiny silk robe from the closet. She threw it on, but didn't close it, the ties hanging loosely. Walking back to her desk, I was. ” the tip of his cock soon edging into her very tight hole.“And Mr Greene How about my…. Ohhhhh” as Mr Dunn's cock slipped inside her… "cunt?”Mr Greene couldn’t believe his luck. It was a plan they’d hatched in the pub that lunchtime and they couldn’t believe how well it was working. Mr Greene stood there stroking his cock. 59 years old and about to stick his cock in the cunt of a young woman who already have a large cock up her arse.Mr Greene plunged his cock inside. He could feel Mr Dunn’s. The sex was fantastic at the time. In hindsight, not so great. For years afterwards I would picture those marvellous breasts swinging in my face as she bounced on top of me. It was around 5 years until I got a feel of anything bigger than a C cup and it came courtesy of a hooker.I'd had a couple of girlfriends in the years after Katie, and a couple of one-night stands. They were all smaller in the chest department unfortunately, but I would take whatever I could at that age. By 22 it was really. Occasional squelches of mud oozed between my toes where the tree cover was broken and twigs dug into my skin, causing me to yip in discomfort.I got no respite or sympathy; the sexy pirate followed me with her sword outstretched, directing me to the clearing in the very centre of the island. I could hear the rustling of the wind through the trees and the breaking of the sea against the island, but she lowered her sword and stood a few metres from me, leaning against a tree.A tent was erected on.