I am in fact born and bred, and still live in a coal mining village in South Wales. I am a middle aged man. Fifty five to be precise, perhaps middle a...ed is a little conservative, but I have aged well, considering. Although my hair has waved goodbye, and my beard is grey with flecks of black, I consider myself reasonably good looking. But I think the term good looking is someone else’s personal choice, and not mine to make. I met Sarah through unusual circumstances; a coal mining accident at. I chuckled to myself as I read the title, Fifty Shades of Grey. Her mother had been right into it herself, ploughing through all three books in record time. It had certainly sparked up our sex life, I remembered fondly. This sexy little acorn apparently didn’t fall far from the tree. With my forbidden secret safely back in my pocket, I watched her. She was engrossed in her book, turning the pages every minute or so with considerable urgency. I noticed her lick her lips and swallow, her lips. It was already stiff as a brick and his equally sized balls were dangling like two, sweet, fruit beneath it. I was instantly wet again. I felt somehow wrong though and began struggling – trying to get him to release me, pleading with him. We are brother and sister Alex, I said, my voice half filled with desire. He didn’t listen, of course. Since my thong was already pulled to the side and stuck there from my juices it was an easy thing for him to push the head of his cock inside my tight,. Something I insist on is the second man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years and hung. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person.“There is a man at the gym you would enjoy baby, James, tall with a toned athletic hairless body. Some of the other men must have been gossiping. While we were in the shower he asked me if it was true that.