.. woke hard again. You know how I hate to waste a good hardon... never know how many are left!" In my younger days I'd wake with an erection nearly e...ery day... "morning wood" we used to call it. Or "piss hardon." Now well into in my 50s I still got them, but not as frequently and the wood certainly wasn't as hard.Truth was, ever since Darlene and I had been frustrated up on the mountain, I'd been horny as hell. For three days that sweet pussy was about all I could think about. I'd lose my. This caused the women to turn at the sound. The two friends of Sylvia sucked in a gasp at seeing me walking slowing to them. I wanted this entire affair to be sensual for them, not just the fucking of an a****l. So, my walk was slow and sensual, placing one foot directly in front of the other, a gait that would accentuate my hip movement and provide a slight bit more bounce to my breasts. They stared as I approached.Sylvia was seated in the middle of the women as they faced out to the yard and. " Great! That sounds just great," Vin replied, unable to conceal hissarcasm.Monica smiled at Vin's tone as she bent down before Vin and told him tolift his legs. Vin did so and looked nervously at his girlfriend as shebrought the garment up his legs.Monica swatted away his hands from his privates. The smile on Monica'sface did little to boost Vin's confidence as she forced his testiclesinto his body cavity.The grin on her face grew wider as she clutched Vin's enlarging manhoodand shouted,. My head moved in closer to hers until my nose touched her face, then I began to passionately kiss her. Her body pressed against mine and I could feel her nipples on my chest. And her legs wrapped themselves around my waist. I needed her. I had so much energy bottled up inside me for the past two years, and it needed to be released inside of her. We quickly began to French kiss, my tongue eating away inside her mouth. And I became bigger than ever. The head of my dick stroked her cunt to let her.