The first lady I replied to was a very happy looking lady called Mary who was 62 and a Granny of five. Her profile told me that she had been a widow ...or two years and missed having someone special. How she liked to travel and that even though she was 62 she still felt many years younger. Her message to me said that she liked my profile and would I like to chat? I sent off my reply saying that I would be delighted chatting and getting to know her better. The next day there. Soon, I feel your hips responding against my own as you switch breasts, a hand coming up to replace your mouth on the one you just left. Shuddering, I let out a mewling cry as my first orgasm hits so soon and unexpectedly. You remove my breast from your mouth with a soft pop and smile up at me. ‘Tonight is just for you,’ you whisper, your hands reaching down to unclasp my jeans and slide them, along with my panties, down my legs. Helping me stand, you kneel before me and slide them the rest of. "She looked up at me imploringly. Her eyes, despite the tears that were starting to form, had a strange new intensity about them and they glinted in a way that was almost metallic, as if cobalt had reinvented itself as a shade of green instead of blue. It struck me that despite all I had been through with Fran I had never properly looked at her eyes until this moment. And as I stared at her it seemed to me that she alone really understood what had happened and how I felt. The realisation swept. As we started, he wanted a blow job first and I started to suck her tits and moved my way down to her pussy and started to lick it. It was almost bald, just wisps of black hair. She must have liked it because she started grinding on my face. Danny Joe was getting hard and now wanted to fuck. She slid into a 69 with me and I continued to lick her clit. She was sucking my cock and Danny got behind her and started to slide his big cock into her. She moaned on my cock, and I saw for the first.