Now we were alone. Truly alone. Nervous for the first time in a long time, my heart sped up. He closed his eyes as if he could hear my heart beating f...ster. A smile ghosted his face and I led him back toward the living room intending on showing him out, but he had different plans for us. Pushing me gently against the wall, he held me trapped but I felt no fear of him. Dipping his head into the crook of my neck, he took a slow breath as if he were breathing me in. His hands stayed on my hips,. I don’t like to suck his little dick, and I’m hoping you’ll help him out.”I felt the bed shake as Ed moved up and straddled my head on his knees. He was behind my head, so when he pressed his four and half inch dick to my lips, his surprisingly large, hairy scrotum and balls were pressed against my face. I was so turned on fucking Sarah that I opened my mouth and started sucking him. I liked the taste of his dick and the feeling of being pinned under him that way, as he began fucking my mouth.. He picked up a stone and threw it in front of the tent ensuring it made a loud thud. The noise disturbed the couple. "What was that?" she said. "dunno, probably nothing. now where was i..." Another thud. "I think there's something out there" she said. Another thud. "Right, ok, I'll go and look. You stay here and hold that thought!" The guy pulled on his pants and undid the tent zip. The mist was thick now and he couldn't see much. As the guy crawled out of the tent the watcher smashed the man's. People don’t expect middle age women to get horny, but Sherelle gets horny a lot. Over the years, Sherelle’s many slutty friends have chosen the guys they fuck based on appearance – race more specifically. Many have a real thing for black guys – especially Africans; others say it’s the Europeans who really do it for them. But, Sherelle goes for style and personality – good conversation and social skills. Because, Sherelle is a classy women and her husband knows how to pick guys that Sherelle.