How are you this morning?Mrs Jones. Very well thank you Vicar. And you?Vicar: Yes, very well. I see the weather is picking up.Mrs Jones: Yes, its been...a bit blustery of late but looking better now.Vicar: Thankfully but we do need the rain for the garden. Vicar: Now Mrs Jones can we sit down.The Vicar and Mrs Jones sit down on the sofa. Mrs Jones crosses her legs.Vicar: Firstly, many happy returns my dear.Mrs Jones: Why thank you Vicar. Yes, I’m 65 today…..and don’t feel a day over 21….Vicar:. Samuel shook his large black head. "It's the younger generation.Although my father had my brother and I before hisoperation, I was proud to be snipped in mid puberty." Samuel leaned his bulky arms onthe "Coffin" because it was moving around, as its occupant keptbouncing and bucking about. "I am ashamed of Kenseth's attitude. He is mybrother's son, but his attitudes are terrible. ?His sister is even worse. Can youbelieve Sibongile refused to be a volcano virgin, Prattsie?" Samuelshook his giant. I can feel the sweat of his chest on my back. After several minutes of just lying there the professor pulls out and sits on his hunches. I turn over. The professor’s chest is clearly sweaty. His cock is not as stiff as it used to be. I run my hand through his moist chest hair while the professor catches his breath. The professor says he is having a great time and was still horny. He asks if I was up for getting fucked some more. I reach down and pump his cock a few times to answer. Then she pushed my legs wider and lowered her mouth to my sweaty, hairy crotch. Karen took her time to start, licking up and down the cleft between my pussy and legs, changing to dampness of sweat into the dampness of her saliva. Once she had cleaned the outside, she slowly spread my lips with her fingers and began to lick at my slit. I couldn’t tell how much of my wetness was arousal and how much was sweat from the gym, but I was soaked as she greedily devoured me. She plunged her tiny tongue.