Marjoleen & me, we keep those tasty moments in our memories. As anydoes does with memorable first times. My minds' eye still sees her in that tiny blu... bikini. We write about the sexy Summer of nineteen sixty seven.My mind works out a plan to have her all for myself, when we are all on a long holiday at an aunt in Bavaria.My s!ster agrees with me that the trip to the castle 'Schloss Neuschwanzstein' will be probably very boring.She agrees that taking sunbaths and swimming in the lake, at less. I opened her big legs and saw her in her full glory. Waxed pussy, not wrinkled like I would expect, big fat ass, waiting for me. I started by kissing her hips. Then went up to her thighs. In some points I hit the right spot so she moaned, softly. They were juicy and yummy. This is when I first noticed a faint saint of perfume. Not too much though, faint and pleasant. And not the sort you usually notice on old ladies. In my memory I think she was wearing Ch**el Mad****selle, which is now a. The sausage company guys stood around the truck for a while, making ribald comments on the obvious activity inside. It seemed they had to get the driver's signature on a form so eventually one of them banged on the door.Tina emerged, smiling, from the sleeper and took a clipboard from the sausage guy. She passed it back into the sleeper but stayed in the cab, giving the men a nice long look at her voluptuous tits and after returning the signed document, a good look at her ass when she returned. It was almost too much to feel her bring one hand curling over the head, pressing lightly, twisting around it, then rubbing the tip with her thumb and forefinger, finding the sensitive place underneath the crown before she squeezed. Her reward was a gleaming drop of clear fluid which she rubbed around the head. Yunan moaned as he writhed, pressing both feet down on the floor, his hips slightly lifting, his head slowly turning, constantly looking back to her, watching her face, her hands,.