I sat down at a table with some of the new girls. One of them, Martha,asked me if I minded being dressed as a girl. I said it was strange,not wantin... to tell her how turned on I was by how sexy I looked becauseshe was what you call a girl next door. She was going to be working inthe changing rooms as she was not quick enough on the tills. I needed afriend and somehow I knew a girl shouldn't boast about how beautiful shethought she herself was if she wanted to have any friends.It was odd,. There was a platter of fresh tropical fruit waiting for them on ice. He walked outside to find her dusting off a large double hammock. He watched the curve of her buttocks as she dusted and he found his arousal was getting bigger and bigger. He put his glass down and walked up silently behind her. He reached in front of her with her glass and held it to her nipple. Instinctively, she took a step back onto his stiffening penis. She laughed and taking the glass, turned around and gave him a. I fully entered her with one slow, smooth, stroke. Jean moaned and whimpered as I fully entered her. “Oh yes.” I could feel her pussy muscles hugging me. Jean’s vaginal muscles weren’t as strong as some of girls in their early twenties I had been with lately, but they still firmly grasped my cock. After two kids, Jean still had a great pussy. Then, I began stroking in and out of Jean's hole. Moving slowly at first, building speed and force, we were soon hammering each other. Jean returned. I was enjoying it.After sometime of cock sucking I ejaculated inside her mouth and she drunk each drop of my semen and gave me a smile. Then she took my hand and asked me to come in bedroom with her and I follow her, while walking I pull her from back and put my hand around her. My one hand was on her boobs and other on stomach and started kissing on her neck. We were walking towards bedroom and my one hand was busy creasing her boobs and lips on her neck only change, I shifted my other hand.