He was about fifty, in excellent shape, quite slim but well-muscled. He had cut cock, not big, about average, maybe a little shorter than mine, but i... was pretty thick. I noticed how his balls hung really low, about an inch lower than the tip of his dick. He looked pretty good. He was smooth and waxed too. He just lunged in and swam around. “Is your wife not coming in?” I asked, just assuming she was his wife. He said nothing to the contrary. “Probably later.” He was a really nice guy.. She was sweaty, and damn sexy looking with her auburn hair pulled back into a beautiful pony tail, her damp t-shirt clinging to her breasts, and her little shorts hugging the wonderful curves of her tight ass at the top of her smooth, tan long legs. Confident and athletic, she was truly eye-candy by any standard of the phrase.“Hey, what’s up?” she said as she paused for a second to see what I was watching.“This dude’s about to win both prize packages in the Showcase Showdown.” I replied.“Didn’t. ..I set up the ironing-board in the living room. I should perhaps explainthat I live in the top-floor flat of what had once been a large house. Ihave a small entrance hallway, my own bathroom and toilet, a smallkitchen, one bedroom and a decent sized living/dining room. My landlady,Mrs Wilson, lives on the bottom floor and there is another flat inbetween, which at the time had been empty for a month or so. Sunday wasmy ironing day and I always did my ironing while "dressed." Usually Iwore a. With the thought of him seeing her, she slipped her hand into her shorts and found the moist curls covering her sex. She slowly strummed a finger over her sensitive clit and let out a slight gasp.She closed her eyes and imagined how Drew's hands—his lips, his body—would feel. She pushed first one, then two fingers into herself while she kept her thumb on her clit, circling softly. Her hips rocked with her movements and before she knew it, her orgasm rocked through her.Her head fell back against.