Stella Harris was the unofficial head of the unofficial Maple Grove residents association and today was a day for a coming together.Maple Grove was a ...en year old gated community of just 9 bespoke homes in a leafy suburb of Boston and home to some of New England’s white upper middle class where husbands were generally stockbrokers and investment bankers and the only wives that worked were a couple of senior partners in a law firm. All the residents were between the age range of 45 and 55 who's. “I’m gonna-”The sweet ache of an orgasm took him by surprise, a wave of tingling pleasure washing over him, his member throbbing between Liz’s pursed lips. She did her best to hang on as he bucked, leaning more of her weight on his hips, pushing him down into the couch so that he couldn’t push into her throat. His abdominal muscles burned with the effort, Liz’s eyes widening as she was fed a mouthful of his warm, gelatinous emission. A thick rope of his seed hit the roof of her mouth, splashing. We were only there for a couple of hours before he was falling down drunk. Tina was pissed and embarrassed both. She had the security staff take him out and put him in a cab home. Now Heather wasn't was feeling pretty good also. Maybe tonight I get to bounce her up and down on my throbbing dick. When Tina got back, Heather and I were l making out like teenagers. She was thinking about leaving us alone, but said to herself, Fuck that, I have been fucking him for over a year so I am going to get. She didn’t want to be guilty of fucking a man she'd seen grow up. But if he wanted to ease his considerable cock into her now that he was a man, she was more than prepared to take it like a woman.My hands fumbled as I caught sight of a rivulet of her wetness run down the inside of her thigh and already smelled the heavy aroma of sex coming from her.Tugging down the front of my boxers let my aching cock spring out as I growled and her eyes widened, gazing at it. She dampened her lips again with.