Twisting to the side he sits next to her. Does he really understand her need – her need not just to be given reassurance and affection, but to be in...control of events. It seems he does. Without saying a word he leans forward and fastens his lips to hers, his hand gently cupping an uptilted breast. Lightly his fingertips stroke the soft swell, move to its rigid point and trace the large brown aureole. His lips move lower to graze on her firm flesh, replacing his hand which glides down to the. My full figure feels shapely and lovely dripped in a caramel color hue that has been kissed by the sun. I sip my coffee while enjoying the view of the men and feeling not ashamed at all of the seeping sexual perfume from my pussy lips.Being an older woman, I have let go of some of my youthful shyness. I stand up. I look down on myself admiring the view of my own cleavage barely covered by a summer yellow top with a plunging neckline and enjoying the feel of the white pencil skirt hugging my. Shock waves were running through me as I havenever felt anything like this in my life. Even experimenting on my ownwith my newly formed breasts did not prepare me for the feelings I felt.I arched my back and pushed my breasts into his mouth as he started tovery expertly drive me to new heights. As his tongue rolled over onenipple, his fingers gently massaged the other. I let out a sigh ofpleasure as his tongue darted back and forth between both very sensitivenipples.Ken then stood up and. Right now! That's not fair!" She was joking but I thought I detected a hint of seriousness in her tone."Oh, you're right Sheel, I know we talked about it." Roya responded then quickly ducking her head under the sleeping fur she took my stiff shaft into her mouth and sucked up and down twice before jumping up and reaching for her clothes."Hey," I complained, "What about me? What's all this about anyway?" Roya and I thought you might grow tired of us if we made you breed... ah... make love to.