She was here as a guest to attend some form of church activity and that was none of his business for his association with the church or any religious ...rganization was very negative, something that his wife had come to accept after a ding-dong row some years before. However, this evening she seemed eager to talk and he knew his wife may froth at the mouth but when asked his opinion and beliefs he let fly with both barrels and although said in a civilized manner the hostility in his voice did. At this point there was obviously no turning back.’ This is about the point where my mind started going a million miles an hour. They say the average dream lasts seconds, but it feels like hours or days, you know? All I could think about was this scared, inexperienced virgin kneeling there, holding a big cock. She stroked it up and down slowly, from base to tip, taking note of how soft the skin was, yet how hard and substantial it felt in her hand. Wondering how this long, thick cock was going. Fuck I am cumming you sweet dirty boy! Now, you can piss’. With his flaccid dick still in her hole, Simon didn’t hold back as he gushed out pints of piss into her old cunt. Mixed with his cum juice it ran down her fat thighs and legs.‘Oh, look what you did young man. Fuck, now it’s my turn’. Grabbing his hand, she made him finger her clit and as she started to cum again, he felt her tense up and piss what seemed like gallons all over he cock and fingers. The next day, young Simon duly turned. Mike, “That was so amazing!” he told her, as she trembled, trying to turn around, picking up her dressing gown and putting it on, she embraced Mike, resting her head on his chest as she squeezed against him hard, the softening tissue of her nipple touching his toned abdomen. “Will you take Maynard tomorrow? I’m going out with Brie…” explained Susan, to which Mike nodded, “Sure… See you tomorrow?” he asked, referring to the sex session they would have 24 hours later whilst Maynard was being.