I felt excited. They came into the kitchen.“You ok?” Paul asked. I nodded.“We just thought that you might - well, you know…” said John.“...t was,” I said. “It shouldn’t have been but it was. In fact it was more than all right. I loved it.”They grinned and dragged me to the kitchen table. That was the first time we’d used it and now we were using it regularly.Over the past couple of years, we had fucked all over the house and in the garden. They had shagged me in every position they could. Not for the first time did he notice that she was still very attractive. A woman who looked good even at forty-five, the classy dress and high-heel kind of "lady". Yet this time, his view was unhindered by anyone or anything. He studied the shape of her jaw, the curve of her lower lip, her round chin, high cheekbones. Paul's gaze slowly rolled down her body to the pronouncement of her breasts, the tiny swell of her stomach, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Julia was dressed to kill, trying to. For a few very hot seconds we stayed just like that, with Kia sat back on my cock taking almost the whole length right up inside of her as she cried to the ceiling, while i clung onto her little boobs enjoying the moment.Then she finally calmed down, and relaxed, and i let her fall forward onto the dinning area table to catch her breath, before i then got her to roll over onto her back.Now facing me, i moved her until she completely on the table, and i was stood right up to it, and then pulling. During the latter part of her senior year in high school Rosa began to make pans in earnest for her escape from her parent's repressive control. Upon graduating from high school Rosa planned to begin working full time at the clothing store while going to school part time at a local university. Assuming she would be able to find some sort of inexpensive housing this plan would allow Rosa to live completely independent of her strict parents, able to ride out any disapproval they might have of her.