That made it really hot for her knowing she could be fucking somebody that knew her really well especially being from a fairly small town and she woul...n't know who it was fucking her. She was all for it and we put the ad out that weekend. We had several responses. She went through them all carefully and made arrangements with three of them for different times during that weekend. The first one was a married guy in his seventies. He would meet her Saturday morning 10:00 a.m. So I took her. ” Laying it down at the front of the drain, he began to push it up into the pipe, stopping and starting again each time he encountered blockage. As he pushed in and out, he appeared to get the pole further up the drain and in just a few minutes, I could see a trickle of water coming out. He removed the old bamboo pole and, standing up, he looked at me and said “ Give it a minute and the water will clear out the pipe.” Sure enough, the trickle increased and in just about a minute, a steady. She sat down on the toilet and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Jack stared at her pussy. It was beautiful, a deep rose in colour. Her juices gleamed on the folds and dripped down to her inner thighs, leaving a shiny, sticky trail down her legs. The scent of her musky juices filled the air, and he was so hard, it hurt. He ran his tongue down the trails of her wetness on her thighs, and blew gently on her clit. With the tip of his tongue, he traced the inside of her pussy lips. He moaned. The paved road was rough, this road seemed impassable. I was concerned she was going to damage the scooter. We bumped along until we reached a stand of trees. She parked among the trees, at the edge of a pond. From here, we could not be seen from the highway. She got off the scooter and took me by the hand. Reaching down on the floor, she picked up a blanket and led me to a grassy spot. Next, she stretched out the blanket. She took something out of her pocket and held it up as she sat down. I.