Ohhhh yes ... cock!"Her cooch was hot and tight, and the little slut wiggled her ass back into me. I gripped her tit, slamming into her over and over ...ike a rod pistoning a car's engine. I loved fucking teens and their tight cunts. Hell, I loved fucking more mature beauties, too. There ain't a cooch I wouldn't fuck if the owner looked even half-way decent."You love my pecker fuckin' your tight cooch?" Yes!" she moaned. "Harder, Mr. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!"Her. She was telling me it had been years since she had gone on a picnic and asked me if I wanted to do that when she got off at noon. I told her that would be great and I would get what ever she wanted for sandwiches and drinks and would pick her up at noon. My friend Bill had a small farm about ten miles north of the city limits, with a couple of fishing tanks and several nice areas to picnic at. When I got home, I caled Bill and he was happy to let us go , but I would have to come and get a key. ”“Study,” he wagged his finger at her before closing the door.She really was a special girl, he reflected, and it secretly pained him to hear of her being lonely. It was a problem with no easy solution. If he could, he would like to pick a surrogate partner for her, someone to attend to her needs and provide affection when he could not. Was it a crazy idea? Was it so insane to consider picking out a potential lover for her?The thought, once it was planted in his mind, grew day by day. The. I got to his house 8ish he'd left the back door open as usual so i went in straight to bathroom and changed into my gear. black fishnet hold ups. black panties and matching bra. corset, black minidress. 3 inch patent black high heels shoulder length wig and lots of heavy make up.i took a hit of poppers and walked into the lounge. Steve was there sat on the sofa with a whiskey watching porn. but my attention was drawn to his friend who introduced himself as aron . he was tall very well built bit.