As he accelerated of hismovements he sank in and out of me a little deeper.I was amazed at how full I felt. I knew that heprobably was deeper in me th...n any man had ever beenbefore, and he was probably only half way in. Butwithin the next few minutes, as he still held me up andbounced I began to become light headed as his big blackbaseball bat snaked deeper and deeper up into me.After a few more moments I could hear screaming. To myamazement it was me, I was screaming as he took medeeper and. Perhaps there is a fleck or two of grey in his hair or maybe his hairline sat a little further down his forehead five years previous. Certainly, he plays sports; Sunday football, a little squash or some tennis in the summer, but the post match beer is getting harder to shift and the legs don’t quite carry him around the court like they used to do.Likewise, she swapped her eye shadow for eye cream and her lipstick for rejuvenating moisturiser a couple of years back, and although her wardrobe. Wet, that is. She felt like she had fluid coursing all through her body, a steady lubricating flow that created heat between her legs and pressure under her temples. Reaching the eighteenth floor, she walked ahead of Giuseppe to her door, her vagina and the inside of her head all wet, her heart pounding under her pointy breasts. She felt the doorman's gaze on the backs of her calves and thighs, and at her door she whipped around and caught him staring. His face flushed red and he started to. He smiled and mentally nudged her. She uttered a short gasp and squirmed, moaning through her nose as her ministrations suddenly quickened."Easy, now," Jason said in a breathless voice. "Not too fast."Audrey raised her head and looked at him with smoldering eyes. Her fingers massaged his shaft as she spoke. "My pussy feels like it's being stroked. Are you doing that to me?"Jason smiled. "Of course I am. I want you to feel pleasure as well."Audrey shuddered as Jason stepped up the phantom.