She took her time fucking her old man using her vaginal contracting technique sparingly at first. He was actually strong enough to match her moves and...she increased her contractions until surprisingly for an old man he groaned his climax in less than a minute. She was going to pull off him and provide the usual almost mandatory oral cleaning but he held her tight.?Would my beloved husband like me to suck his penis clean???No?not now my dear wife?just hold me.? She was carrying part of her. He reached up to her shoulder and pulled the sweaty ball of her hair away from her neck, laying a cool, wet bandanna over her shoulders in its place, relieving the itch. "Now move," he growled.Dutifully, she pressed on, tears of humiliation and shame turning to tears of joy as she realized she had not gotten herself in over her head this time.Yet another smell crept into her mind as she hiked onward - the scent of hot pine needles piled thick on the trail. The occasional whiff of wildflower and. "It didn't feel like anything at all. There's really nothing to it. Youput your hand on the screen like this," she said, as she demonstrated.The screen came alive with the image of Gloria once again only this onewas voluptuous and tall. I gave her a look that said 'really now' and shewalked into the machine. Just as before, she emerged naked and lookingjust like the image, she had fashioned for herself moments before. "What do you think?" she asked, as I looked her up and down."You lost your. I didn't think her legs went up that high. She wore a white button down shirt with short sleeves, almost see through. I couldn't see the outline of a bra, she definitely didn't need one, her perky little 34B's pointed straight out. Knee high white socks and little black sandals completed the outfit. Heather's hair was braided into two ponytails held together with little red bows that made her look much younger then her 18 years."Wow. Let me see you baby." With that she twirled in a circle.