He knew exactly how I liked the flora. His work was impressive and, like the woman I am – giving credit where it is due – I complimented him – p...rhaps a little too much. But he was rather yummy to say the least and have to admit that on the rare days I was at home and he was doing my gardening, I loved just to sit and watch, that hunk of a young male figure did everything for me and made me realise just how much I missed a man. It had been two years since Alistair died in a car crash and I. All 10 inches of my black dick was erect and near throbbing at the sight of this. She motions for me to come over with her finger. I stepped out of my boots and pants making my way to the bent over pear shaped Mrs June. "Grab my waist" she commanded. I did so, aiming my dick at her soaked vulva covered in grey hair.One firm thrust and I was ball deep into her. I felt her pussy grip around my cock. "Quickly" she uttered. I began stroking her with long thrusts, she would push back as i thrust. I shook my head. “Actually, I don’t really care if they swallow it or not; once I come it’s theirs, not mine. I’m done with it at that point, so I don’t much care what they do with it.”Tori turned and looked at Lynn. “Is that true? Do you spit it out?”Lynn shrugged. “I usually swallow, but I like it; I think Tim is very tasty. You said you did too, remember?”Tori conceded the point. “Yeah, much as I hate to admit it. Some guys aren’t, though, and they still act like it’s a priceless gift.”Lynn. In a moment of incredible weakness, and incredibly poor judgment, I made a series of bad decisions, each one progressively worse. It culminated in me allowing my son to enter me wearing a condom he had stored in his wallet. I can claim it was a combination of my emotional state, alcohol and years of loneliness that led me to this sinful act, but those are excuses.I did the unthinkable. But despite the fact that I knew this was terribly wrong, I responded to my son’s sexual advances and I had.