Paul told me a little about the host: 50 that day, a security officer for HM Customs, previously married, currently single (by choice) and apparently,..."a really nice fella". Paul parked the car and he approached the front door of the attractive detached house. I hung back a little because, not knowing the guy who's party it was, that was clearly appropriate. Paul knocked firmly:"Hi Paul! So glad you could make it, come on in!" said the man who opened the door."And who's this?" he said, looking. Joan was looking at my cock then into my eyes repeatedly as my stroking increased.She was smiling in anticipation of seeing it shoot and when creeping closer my first shot went over her head . A few more landed on her hair before she could move away. “Wow” was all she could say as the remainder of my cum landed in the water then dripped down my fingers. Joan then moved up giving me a kiss “that really made my tushie tingle thank you “she said sliding her hand up and down my cock.When she let. I drank scotch, smoked a lot of pot then cried for an hour and passed out actually. I could see Paige sitting at the dressing table brushing her hair, then standing at the sink and brushing her teeth or washing her body with a cloth, lifting her breasts and cleaning the crease that would get a rash if she sweat to much. Shit, I could hear her voice and laughter and that was a fucking bitch. I would see flashes of what we had done there on our honeymoon, then another from years later when we. ” I caressed her ass cheeks while rubbing her pussy vigorously, she was so wet it was soaking through her panties. I had to taste her, pulling on her panties to make a thong I traced from her ass crack to her swollen pussy lips with my tongue. She shivered, god the female body is awesome! Her phat lips perfectly separated by her now snug panties, forming the most succulent camel toe I have ever seen. I wanted to just dig my face in her crotch and lick her clean, suck her dry, eat her whole,.