The beautiful big breasts I've carried all the years since my teens are not as perky as they once were, but time hasn’t been so harsh. Or perhaps th... fact that I did not bear a child factors into it more. My stomach though no longer flat, is rounded, my thighs flare out in womanly fashion. There is nothing in your eyes that tells me you are displeased or turned off by what you gaze at.You seem unsure though, so I take the initiative and get on the bed to sit by your side, I bend down and kiss. Christi did much the same, but as an effort to hide her untamed patch of hair, rather than reluctance for the cold water of the pool.Once she settled into the water, she realized her haste was useless. The water was so clear that every inch of the four women was visible, with only the ripples from their movement masking what lay beneath the surface.As they bathed, Christi kept finding her eyes on the other women's bodies, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. She was thankful that none of. Derrick pulled his cock from my mouth and shot the first 2 ropes of cum on my face. Then he pushed it back in my mouth and released the rest of my reward down my throat. He kept erupting and I couldn't hold it all in. I gagged a bit as it started running out the corners of my mouth. He must have shot 6-8 good ropes before he was finished. After Derrick was finished, he rubbed his cock across my face, spreading his cum across my lips and chin as he relaxed. I continued licking and sucking his. I'm thirty-six, single, auburn hair, hippy, (sounds so much better than big-assed) buxom (which doesn't sound better than 'big tits'). I was tossing and turning at 1:42 AM. Restless. Needy. Internet down and bored with my fingers. I was looking for neither a meaningful relationship nor a meaningless fuck. A lesser southern belle might have settled for the coward's way out...go to a shit-kicking, line-dancing, Conway Twitty-listening redneck bar. But, I was afraid I'd run into my dear ole.