The ego blush was the pits, it really embarrassed her. ‘You look—um—woodsman-like.’ He almost drove off the road grappling with that one but o...ly replied thanks. He was dressed in brown stock-boots, thick loose trousers and a long-sleeved checked wool shirt, unbuttoned to the naval and the sleeves unbuttoned. She’d already noticed an Akubra (Stetson) on the back seat. ‘Although it’s warm in the open, it will be cool under the trees and undergrowth will tear at our clothes.’ ‘These are heavy. I broke the ice, and tasted the glories lips, she surrendered herself .. Than i know her moans o my god.. I was just finding a way to give her some. Simply slid my hand in her tank top…h hmm were the moans she was leaving in the clear cold night.. There was my golden partner, the wooden bench outside, made her doggy style on the bench … Grabbed her butts.. What we call chuttads, skirt keeti utte.. Te rakh ditaaaaaaa sidda fuddi de ute lun…. Hai o rabaa was the word… She spoke the word... They’d often included this size thing in the teasing word games they sometimes played with me, but I think this was the fullest description Jill had yet shared with me about how she was loving Chris’s extra size. In fact, her descriptions were so detailed she even talked about how Chris’s erection also felt firmer and harder – something she put down to his younger age and the time he spent in the gym.It might sound strange, but I enjoyed Jill sharing all of this with me. It felt good and. I closed my eyes. Oh!... My!... God! George smiled as he gently worked his fingers around my womanhood. “I like it,” he whispered as he lowered his head between my outstretched legs. Oh!... My!... God! The things George could do with his tongue and his mouth. I gripped the arms of my office chair as another orgasm rocked through me. George stood in front of me and placed my hand on the bulge in his work trousers. I carefully unfastened his belt and the fastener, then lowered the zipper..