The motion of my hips and my hands guiding your head tell you that I am about to cum. As my juices begin to flow I can tell that your tongue is there ...o catch as much of the taste as you can. You then begin to work your way up my body with your tongue gliding against my smooth skin. I feel your hardness slipping into me. I love the way you feel inside me and the art of the way you make love to me. It feels as if we are lost in each other as we make love. My silky feeling wetness glides your. With the other hand, she picked up half an orange and slowly squeezed the fruit, holding it above her wet lips and letting the juice run down her perfect slit."You should taste it", Esme told me, as she rested the orange on her stomach, dipped a finger inside her pussy, rubbed it round her lips and clit and then slid it into her mouth and sucked it. I could feel my snatch was pulsing so hard now as I could hardly believed what I was seeing. It was so hot watching Esme like this.I stood up and. " No. I imagine we can take our pick." We rode up to the small house. A large woman came out. She had on bib overalls and a woolen shirt. At forty-five or so, she was no beauty."You after buying a hog?" Just a small one ma'am. Something we can roast on a day of thanksgiving." Well, ride around out there and find what you want. You want to butcher it here? I got everything. You need to help, 'cause I got nobody else."George grinned. "It's been awhile, but I can manage. How come you got no hand?". She had topped this – a bear rug she’d brought along, laid it on the bed, plopped him down, stripped him naked and suddenly something in her hand was prodding into his ass. A fake plastic cock of hers was being shoved into his ass – she fucked him with it. Hands down, she wins ! He turned it on her, but she said, “I prefer the real thing!” Now, John’s sex life was once again as hot as his single life. And this time, it was his wife of thirty years who was the thrilling partner. My bitch. .