Moving my right hand downwards I was soon rubbing the front of her jeans as she moaned. I pulled down her zip and slid my fingers inside her thong.I f...und her smooth mound had been recently shaven. She quietly moaned, as my finger entered her tight pussy lips.Another rub of her swollen clit and I unbuttoned her jeans, making them fall to her ankles. My fingers continued rubbing and entering her wetness. I got even harder as I did so. I turned Claudia around to face me and I then knelt in front. The reflection being generated digitally from several hidden cameras, allowing me to look at my firm bottom. I took plenty of exercise and I was pleased to see that there was no sign yet of it beginning to sag. I smiled wistfully. If only there were someone to appreciate me. I kept my dark hair short, easier to manage and didn't get in the way of any equipment whilst I was working. I checked carefully for signs of grey hairs but, as yet, there were still none. I brushed my teeth, something I. No one would ever imagine sexy Pamela coupled at the crotch with old Judge Redding, and even he could hardly believe this was happening."Ohhhhh, ohhhh," Pamela moaned as she felt herself getting aroused and even felt like she could be rising toward an orgasm as she was sliding her tight wet pussy up and down on the judge's rod. Pamela always loved to fuck and she could hardly believe she was riding another man's cock while the upper part of her womanly body was still fully clothed in her very. Rather abruptly Ayshe said, "Tiffany, have you ever smoked hashish?" She wasn't sure how to answer. This was the reason she'd been sent to Turkey, after all. "Don't worry, I won't tell Edward or anyone else," said her aunt. "I love to get high while being massaged."Tiffany heard the sound of a match striking and turned to see Peyma lighting a water pipe, drawing on one of its long hoses. Ayshe took a hose and handed another to Tiffany. She thought, 'What the hell--when in Rome... ' and inhaled..