Hot waves of lust were coursing through her and she could almost taste the delicious mixture of Jillian's and Robbie's fuck juices."Damn, Grandma! You... pussy if fucking hot!" Robbie groaned."Yes, Baby! Hot for your delicious cock! Fuck Grandma good with it Robbie! Show your mother what a good fuck she's missing!"Robbie fucked harder and faster, his face becoming more and more flushed with each stroke. Thick veins bulged in his neck as his balls boiled his sperm."Fuck, Grandma! I'm gonna cum!". So this was Gillian in one of her more wayward moments, there were others but not as brazen or daring. My main mode of transport when at home was a 350 Matchless motor cycle, I loved that bike and so did Gillian, if we were going for a ride out I would pick her up at home and she would come out looking very sheepish wearing her sheepskin pilots jacket, a favourite among the bikers and I knew straight away why she had the sheepish look, it was because she had nothing on underneath the jacket,. It was so hard that it started to ache. His nuts joined in the chorus of anguish. They felt hot, empty and irritated, as if someone had scrapped them. He reached for his glans, he had to have some relief. Curly wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked it lovingly. He was surprised to discover the amount of seminal fluid that was draining out of his body. His pant was dripping wet. He knew he was going to have a good nut. He started slow. Up and down, up and down. He was not. She invited me to sit on the bed. I was taken with how beautiful she was. We smoked. I took off my jacket and shoes. She asked if I liked her stockings. I said yes. She laid back putting her legs in the air as she was hitting the joint. I slid my tight jeans off freeing my throbbing and stiff cock. I squeezed it. She spread her legs and curled her finger to invite me between them. Her pussy was wet. I rubbed my cock against her wet pussy and felt how hot and inviting it was. Then I lowered my.