I'm just gonna watch for a while."Thirty minutes passed and still he didn't want to play. But I noticed that he was looking at me more than he was wat...hing the game. I saw from the corner of my eye his jeans and I saw that he was hard. I was actually surprised. But to be honest, I liked it. Just then I had a brilliant idea. "I'll be right back, I got to pee," I said casually. So I went into the bathroom and took off my belt so that my briefs were exposed. I pulled my underwear down a little so. I lay bent across the hard wooden desk, my bare ass high my long legs wide open and my cunt throbbing in anticipation, my crinkly pale pink butt-hole, winking at his cock as it touched it, with the lightest of initial contact, like a heat seeking missile it pressed home, pushing hard against the unyielding entrance, 'Your asshole is stretching', he said, and I could visualise those little soft skin crinkles, being pushed smooth, and I reached back and grabbed my bum cheeks, pulling them apart,. I wasn’t sure if l had any spunk left and because of that l had to work hard before l felt my orgasm building. I reached under her, grabbing her huge breasts, gripping them tight, my fingers digging into the soft flesh.“You should have seen her last night Alice,” l said, “we all had her, she couldn’t get enough could you Anna.”She didn’t reply so l smacked he bottom again. “Yes!” She cried.I was on the point of giving up waiting to cum when l felt a sudden surge in my balls, then there was. For a pair of fifty-somethings it was just right. Marge knew what she was doing. The presentation must be demure, lest it alarm the quarry. It must match her personality—avoid looking contrived. He would feel at ease in pursuing her. She would appear to be far from captured, so he would venture a swifter chase. With his reserve abandoned, she would turn suddenly to spring the sweet trap. The hour was approaching six. Marge picked out some music. She was careful to make the right selections. She.