She had great legs for a forty-five year old woman. And she had red hair, too. It seemed we were all Irish in this family. But while she was keeping h...r legs crossed I could see her blushing while she listened to the part about the frat party. And her still perky tits were heaving up as she breathed heavily in and out. I knew that behavior. She was getting off on the story.Finally, Mom told me to get my ass to bed. And she walked up the stairs with Wynter still hugging her and putting her to. "You don't have much choice. Couldn't bend in that, eh? Feels like a cooper made it."Anne nodded and bit back a smile, seeking a word for her predicament and not finding one. That was frustrating. Her vocabulary search was one of her prime and very private pleasures. She loved to produce exactly the right word. "At bay" was close she decided after discarding "treed" with a smile."Now," said the captain peremptorily, "if you will sit here, please, before this curtain, and be very still, I will. I organised that T would go and join my wife in our bed and that I would firstly come with them > undress my wife and then T encourage them to touch and explore each other and let nature ( lust/sex) take its own course.They got comfortable in bed then I withdrew the clothing and firstly put T hands on my wife's tits and then my wife's hands on T 's young and firm ones.Here nature took over and as I left ( but left video camera running) they were kissing and fingering each other.About 2 hours. “Oh baby, I like a nice ‘airy cunt” he says, as he spreads your bum cheeks and slams his big cock into you. As fucks your poor pussy for all he's worth, a new man comes into the toilet. "Over here mate" I tell him. "Don't bother with the urinals - filthy girl here loves to be used like a slut. Just get your cock out and piss on her. She loves it". The guy in your pussy finds this all too much, and with a huge groan shoots his load into you. The next in line, a big, broad shouldered bloke with a.