Our mouths met and her tongue immediately pushed through to find mine. Clearly this woman was just as horny as I was. Our bodies were pressed together...and her arms wrapped around me. I slid my hands down her back. I used one hand to pull out the waistband of her pants while the other slipped down to squeeze her ass causing her to moan. I could feel her hand move around to the front of my pants and pull at the buttons. Once open her hand slipped in to grasp my hard cock. Her eyes widened a bit. Well, maybe he was, because he's getting older, too,and he's older than I am. I'm forty-two. He's fifty. Or will be next month. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him."Dear old Martha," he said, smiling that "I care about you" smile he has. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish I could kiss it and make it better." You. SMACK the first crack of the crop across her ass comes as a shock to her. She thought he might actually take it easy on her since he was being so nice. She tries to scream, but it is just a muffled nothingness. A red mark in the shape of the crop glows bright red against her pale cheek. “One,” is all he says.After the initial shock, she can feel a wetness forming on her lower lips again. SMACK the second swat jolts her again. This time she does better at stifling her scream as a twin red mark. Pete wasrocking backwards and forwards as Dylan thurst into his ass hard.They fucked like this for 10 minutes, then Dylan pulled out and lay onthe bed saying to pete "fuck yourself on my cock" Pete then got aboveDylan, facing him and lowered himself onto his cock untill his ass wasfully inserted with Dylan's cock, looking of at him with lust in hisface. he begain bouncing up and down on Dylan's cock screaming andmoaning. Dylan could feel the presure building inside of him untill hecam and held.