"Don't you start pestering me about my language! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me I can't drink or smoke!"Looking at me with a frown on her fac..., Eve asked, "Do you really drink and smoke, Adam? God told me you were a 'good' man with no vices!" Miss Eve, don't you fret," I said. "I was just kidding. I don't drink. I don't smoke and I don't chew and I don't go with girls that do!"Eve giggled at my feeble attempt at humor. Taking my hand, she led me over to a grassy nook near a. He placed his hands on either side of her face for support. They smiled at each other, her face rocking to and fro from Frank’s increasingly powerful strokes. To Andrew this was truly a unique experience: watching the effects of a powerful fucking from behind appear on the face of this attractive older woman, seeing his brother behind her straining with the effort of driving into her while feeling her large soft breasts undulating against his limp cock to the rhythm of their fucking. Andrew. A pull up of the stockings and garters, disclosed other glimpses of the thighs and surroundings. Then she sat on the pot, pissed and looked at me, whilst I sat in fear, saying nothing, doing nothing, my cock shrivelled to the size of a gooseberry, and longing to go away. The whole affair was unlike anything I had seen or dreamed of, a quiet business-like, yet voluptuous air was about it, which confused me; it affected my senses deliciously in one way, but all the horrors about gay women were. She complied by arising to her elbows and peering between her legs. “See, I’m fucking you.”“Yes,” she hissed. An expression of marvel began to overtake her pretty face. “Yes, you’re fucking me. God, I can’t believe your big cock is inside me.”I kept moving slowly. With every stroke I entered her a little more. “Has it stopped hurting?”“Yes, it feels much better,” she whispered, still ogling my cock as it glided deeper and deeper with each stroke. “Yes, Mr. Gray, you’re fucking me.”She was so.