”“You have too?”“No, but I have nothing against it. Women are women.”“And you’ve never fucked any of them up the ass?”“No. You?”He...looked down at his cock and laughed, “Do you think any woman would let this get near her back door?”We sat there and chatted for half an hour until we were hard again, and we quickly jerked each other off fast and hard like two boys just discovering the pleasures of self-abuse. He lay back as I crouched over him, his massive rod brown and massive in my hands, my. Recently it has been made into a musicalThe writer has a healthy respect for the Women’s Institute and in no way would wish to denigrate that fine organisation.The following is a tongue-in-cheek story inspired by The Calendar Girls:‘And now ladies, I will announce the results of the home made preserves contest: In third place was Mrs Patterson’s beetroot chutney. The second prize goes to Mrs Hamilton-Smythe with her celery and walnut conserve. The first prize once again is taken by the Reverend. The curtains were slightly open and I peeped in. Him and his wife were just starting to get ready for bed. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. A few minutes later she removed her top exposing her big titties which gave me a great view of her areola & nipples. The guy came over to her and gave them a squeeze and winked towards the window to me. He then pulled her shorts down exposing her belly and pubic hair. They both lay on the bed naked and he played with her tits & hairy cunt. He. I moved my hands from knees to all the way to her love triangle and I could see her eyes get closed as she arched her back.I started to kiss and give small bites on her thighs and he was just moaning and moving her fingers in my hairs with her eyes closed. And I reached for her black panty I just kissed her love hole over her panty that was completely drenched in her love juices and a loud moan escaped from her mouth. I stood up but she was pulling me down so I put my fingers on her pussy over.