As I neared the restaurant, traffic stopped. Gilbert didn't tell me that the downtown was a fucking tourist attraction. After driving for an hour, the...last thing I wanted to endure was bumper-to-bumper traffic. Finally, I found the right turn on South Cherry Street, and after a couple of blocks saw the restaurant on the left.The restaurant parking lot was full, so I drove around the park looking for a parking spot. As I walked the two blocks back to the restaurant, I muttered to myself that. He said he doesn’t mind if I massage her. Finally she agreed for a massage and she wanted a cream massage. Since she didn’t want to lie on the same table, she wanted it to be done in the bed. Since their kid was sleeping in the spare room, they took me to a master bedroom, which had a big bed in the middle.She was a bit reluctant to take off her chudi top at first, but then after the nod of her husband, she took it off and still lied with the rest of her clothing. As soon as I saw her spongy. I had a small collection of straight hardcore porn mags, remember this was in the days before the Internet, and to this day I remember this double-page spread of this hot girl on her knees in front of 7 fit guys with massive cocks, getting ready to suck. I loved that photo, I always had a quick glance at the girl before focusing on the guys and all those beautiful hard cocks, just wishing I could take the place of that girl.One day, a bit pissed, I was showing a mate, Simon, some of my. Pound me so hard. I want to cum on your dick.”“I bet you do,” I purred, my hands sliding up her breasts and grabbing her tits.I squeezed those lush mounds. My fingers dug into her tits. I gripped them and then I drew back. Her cunt squeezed down around my cock. The pleasure was incredible. It was amazing. Her pussy held me. That silky twat gripped me. I loved it. I was fucking the hottest MILF in the nation.I buried back into the president’s wife. I plundered her cunt with my cock, my balls.