Justine was a little older than my mom. Probably in her late 40s. She had such a nice body. I loved watching her in her bikini and occasionally when s...e took off her top. She had some really nice tits with nipples like erasers on a pencil. She asked if I would be a dear and rub some sun tan oil on her back. I almost came in my pants just from rubbing her back. She was every teenagers dream MILF. After a few moments of rubbing her back she rolled over and asked me to get her shoulders. As I. .. ? Everything'll be all right... I swear it will... Maybe... maybe, you'll even like it if you give yourself a chance... I'll be gentle... and... and you be nice... okay... ?" Oh... Oh God! U-Uncle Gaston... God Almighty, I can't... ! Oh please, I just can't... !" She let out a scream of surprise then, the edge of the bed catching her behind the knees and she fell backward, her legs spreading apart as she lost her balance, the delectable sight of the tight pink slit in her sparse, hair-lined. Is my dirty doggy, Logan...” We pan back up to her as she continues. “And this week, we’re in Welwyn Hatfield, just north of London ... Because ... This boy likes to fuck women ... And I like to watch him fuck women ... And right inside this building – there’s a woman who wants him to fuck her ... So let’s step inside and make some dreams come true!!” She giggles again as she turns toward the building.We cut inside and find a very happy, good looking and buxom middle-aged redhead. She’s dressed. . As I took over the tv and Sarah took her bath despite the entertainment my cock threatened to escape my pyjama bottoms in anticipation of my brides sweltering pussy. I,d consumed a few glasses of champagne and the day must have made me tired as suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder and a loud “ahem” as someone cleared their throat. I glanced up at an incredible sight. The only light in the room was the small bedside lamp so the frosty lighting of the bathroom highlighted a Sarah like.