She was Eileen, 66 years old, 5’3” about 14 stone and been married for 40 years to the boring old fart. She was wearing black skirt a black blouse...and a typical winter black coat.As I stood up to leave so did she, she asked me where the toilets were I said I didn’t know, she asked a waitress and the girl pointed over to a corner of the room, Eileen told me where by pointing. As we made our way over she was struggling to open the door to the ladies, I opened it for her and we went inside, she. Three or four minutes later as she humped the toy she yelled OPEN YOU SLUT MOUTH” and pulled off it quickly she straddled my face and let her flow go. It shot out squirting over and over then became a steady flow. She squatted about 2 inches from my mouth as it flowed. I always looked forward to taking and cleaning her sweet juices. As her flow was ending and she massaged her erect clit “sorry princess” she said as she started to pee. She leaned back her hands behind her resting on my thighs as. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeesss, harder, harder, faster, Ben harder, deeper! Aaaahhh, uhuh, yeesssssss, faster!"Ben leant to one side so that he could use his right hand. He pushed Elizabeth's arms above her head one at a time and then captured both of her wrists and held them fast. Now he let himself drop so that his full weight was crushing her to the bed and he increased his speed and force yet again — drilling into her as hard as he could."Mine, you're completely mine. There's no way for you to. Not at full mast but enough to show my excitement. I look back up to her face and catch her eyes darting up to meet mine. Her smile grows bigger. "Let's do your chest first." Kate's voice entered, breaking the moments gaze. She placed a hand on my shoulder and coaxed me backwards to lay down flat. I look towards her and she smiled a knowing smile. She must have seen where Sam and I's eyes were. She winked at me, calming my insecurity. Kate then got up on her knees on the bed beside me. Moving a.