"Are you busy, you sound tired Madge," Gladys wondered."No. Not at all! I was just moving things around the kitchen," Madgesaid. Gladys went on to ...ention coffee. Madge looked to the clock onthe wall and realized they usually had a late morning coffee. But todaythe thought had been forgotten with Madge's latest plans."Give me a few minutes Gladys dear. I'll get a pot going," Madge saidas the call ended and she put the phone back in her purse. She thenunsnapped the dildo and set it on the. Some of the guys were in their mid fifties, the majority in their forties and a small amount of arrogant guys in their twenties and thirties. I bought Jean and I a drink and found a crescent shaped sofa and table to place our drinks on. I could tell by the twinkle in Jeans eye that she was checking out some of the businessmen, trying to be discrete, but I’ve known her too long to know when she’s on the prowl.The long drive had obviously affected my bladder and the need to make a call of nature. "Pardon? Like what?" Well, I know the violence makes you sort of sick. I hate the thought of you associating me with that. I wish you didn't have to see me fighting. And stuff." Oh, honey. I'm not bothered by it. I may abhor the violence, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to defend us when we're attacked. I don't think you will turn into some sort of psycho and go murder people in their sleep, or anything. I don't have anything against self-defense. I'm just too much of a pansy to help. At least three, although it was hard to separate the orgasms. Maybe more." Did you cum?" Steph asked."Oh yes." From watching Phil's big cock fuck me?" Steph continued, getting the hang of it - getting into it."Yes!" From him making me moan?" You did more than moan," Jack answered as his engorged cock thrust deep, stroking the walls of her pussy. "Oh yeah?" You moaned. You panted. You told him how good his big cock felt deep inside you. You thrust back against him, to meet his deep penetrations.