The following morning after breakfast I was told to lie on my back on a bare tiled floor and a pullback my foreskin. They each took a candle and lit i... and took turns dropping hot wax onto my belly, chest, cock and balls, which was exquisite. Further buggery took place and condoms were forgotten as they swapped positions and ends. Mr uncut got three fingers inside me without any problem and with some butter managed four. When they had all shot their loads into my mouth or ass, we had a break. Admiring her kind face, I smile at the happy lines around her eyes. I think of how often you must have made this beautiful lady laugh; she wears her age with grace. She’s in her forties, but you’d never know it.I trace her collar bone, unbuttoning her shirt, whispering in her ear, “Do you want me to stop?” She looks at me, entranced, and shakes her head.“No.”This is all about her. I marvel at how brave and trusting she’s being right now, stepping outside her comfort zone. I smell a hint of. She ran his hands up his shirt feeling his muscles, before returning to the boxer shorts, which were now hanging over his jean fronts like a python trapped in a sack. She felt his huge cock from the outside with one hand as she grabbed his ass with the other.He then nodded to a bedroom. “my niggas all be home soon.”As she entered the tiny room, he flicked on the light that lit up the room brightly. It shone from the ceiling with no lampshade. In the corner was a filthy mattress with no. I came close a time or two but for some reason never closed the deal. I had the biggest crush on one of my teachers all thru high school. Her name was Mrs. Sue Foster. She was not really hot per say, but there was something about her that made me want to fuck her. I could tell that she had a fairly smoking body, nice sized tits, nice ass. She was about five foot eight inches tall, dirty blonde hair about mid length. Her face made her look older than she was. She was mid forties but she looked.