The two papers smell the best and have the perfect texture. In my college days the WSJ was a true broadsheet that I could almost wrap it around my bod..., unfortunately they changed the format.On Fridays I would get back to my room, take all of my clothes off, sit on the couch and start reading. As I turned the pages the paper would rub against my naked skin, an incredible sensation rushing through my body. Inevitably my cock would engorge, slowly rising to full attention, the head eventually. .."Pam didn't know her mom liked to say that word! Yet Anna was crying it out again and again! Yet Anna was crying it out again and again! Pam fucked her soaked fingers deeply into her hunched pussy-hole and humped faster as mimicked her mother by whispering hotly: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"Pam came violently all of a sudden and her eyes closed in rapture. She had to take time to get herself off. She leaned against the wall. She pushed her cute little ass away from the wall and humped her. , their hands linked together. When they got to the house, he carried her into the house walking straights upstairs to his bedroom. His bed was already turned down so he simply laid her in the bed and helped her out of shoes and the jackey. He chucked his jeans and t-shirt leaving on only his silk boxers then slid in beside her. Her back was to him, so he spooned her, holding her tightly. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head against his shoulder, her right leg. She raced me to the stand of tall oak trees in the distance and we let the horses blow off their exhaustion in the shade. We both dismounted and I carefully tied the horses to the sturdy tree branch nearby to prevent the chance of them running off and leaving us stranded a notable distance from the house or the barns. I was surprised that she had a blanket in the picnic basket from her pommel and she spread it under her riding breeches like some splendid carpet in a mansion of sheltering trees..