This weeks pin is flashing on the southern coast.Then we’re back in the neat suburbs of the city ... Standing with Charley, with the street behind h...r as she talks direct to camera. We can see the middle-aged runner approaching from the distance at a medium paced jog. “We’re here in Southampton on the south coast of England, on a beautiful summer’s day, to meet a lady who doesn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘quit’...”As the runner approaches, we can see that she’s a tall, slim and mature. She did, however, encourage me to work on Kitty's suggestion to use the romantic theme in future scripts. My failure to produce an acceptable turnout for the holiday, combined with Sharon saying that she would not be home for the summer, sent me into the depths of despair. Kitty lifted my spirits with one of her patented blowjobs."You're the only person who brings sunshine to my cloudy days," I said, "will you marry me?"She laughed and passed my impromptu proposal off as post-ejaculation. We kiss once more, our tongues dancing with one another, and she unfastens her trousers before I lift her from her bottom so she wraps her legs around me. I carry her over to my double bed and place her on it gently. She looks up at me from the bed and I can tell she is feeling everything I am. Her chest heaves with every breath she takes and I am in awe looking at the sensual curves of her body. My arousal is growing and I know exactly what I want to do next. Firstly, I remove her shoes and. He hooked his arms around the back of her shoulders, buried his face in the crook of her neck and pushed himself into her. He was a big boy, in more ways than one, but she wasn’t a young little virgin and with all the semen already inside her, he slid in easily. Zoë was fucked in the most fumbling and inexperienced way of her life. Urgent, uncontrolled thrust after thrust, lasting no more than two minutes, culminated in her pussy being absolutely flooded with the frustrated, pent up cum, of.