" He stopped. There, up on the stone base "The Thinker" rested on, was a girl all in black, from the black beret on her long black hair to her baggy b...ack sweatshirt, her tight black Capri pants, and even her black leather sandals. But her skin was soft, and luscious, and creamy... "Like, not the scene, man!" Maynard said to the girl. "Like, it is! The bomb!" "The bomb is, like, mental!" he said, starting to climb up after her. "The kin folk are the bomb!" she said, moving to keep the statue. A succession of temporary girlfriends came and went, none of them really “keepers.” I was beginning to despair that I would never find that one woman who was exactly right for me.My grandparents were approaching their eightieth birthdays, but still in good health and genuinely enjoying their retirement. Three years previously, they had decided to move into a small gated community designed for seniors. The old house was just too big for them to keep up. We could have put it on the market and. She had closed her eyes and fingering slowly, enjoying every second of the time, every insertion of her finger in her pussy, and feeling every inch of sensation. She then slowly increased the speed, still closed eyes and increased the speed more and I can see, she was the urge of cuming. I can see, from her closed eyes, she must be dreaming of real hard sex, somebody fucking her real great and making true love to her, her every inch, every part of body. As she came climax, the juices start. Let me see her body Shelly. I want to see if she's really ready for my seed."Shelly stood at Marie's side and turned her round a little, so Master would see everything she did. She loosened one strap of her daughter's dress, then the other. Carefully, she allowed the dress to slip down her body, exposing her small petite breasts and her tummy... then her naked vagina, and finally, let it billow down about her feet in a sigh of silk.Marie now stood dressed only in her glittering golden stockings.