Before I realized it I had picked up her panties inspecting the short black hairs resting in the wet crotch as I started stroking my swelling cock. I ...ould fell the cool dampness that had soaked all the way through the cotton, as my breathing increased I could smell the scent from her panties. I looked in the mirror to see myself holding the wet crotch up to my nose as I stroked myself, the smell of her young juices were making me harder than she had yet. I had to know what she tasted like,. " said the tall blonde woman who stepped into the room. "Thanks Christine." Diane said as she reached out for the small plastic compact.Scott's sudden new appreciation of older women suddenly went into overdrive as he looked at the new arrival. Christine looked to be about Diane's age but had a body that could've matched that on the old video. In fact, wrapped in a tight cocktail dress that looked like it had been spray painted on, her breasts looked both larger and about to pop out at any. But before I could say anything I felt John’s fingers pushing into me as the other guys thrust up my holes. Fortunately I was VERY wet down there but even so, it was painful as my anus was stretched to its utmost and his finger and James’s cock went up me. My vagina was more accessible and John’s finger and Michael’s cock were just about OK. But I didn’t like the feeling of being quite so taken for granted.“Shit, this is good, Suzy’s twat is fucking begging for it! Her flaps are sopping wet;. Ann felt herself praying that the young woman wouldn’t buy the nightgown—that she would be moved to reject such expensive play toys while there was still time to make more of her life. That she would realize how fleeting life was and how many needs people other than herself had, that she’d give some thought to what Christmas as all about. And Ann’s heart fell as she saw the young woman take the red silken nightgown from the rack and carry it over to the sales desk. Ann heard the young woman.