Apparently, playing right wing on a women’s hockey team is good for the constitution. Sandrine’s abdomen was board flat, her ass cheeks firm, her ...highs solid. While her body was not overtly muscular, there was no question that solid muscle was close under her skin. Her breasts were not especially large. I’d estimate a good, full B-cup, but they seemed much larger sitting on that lithe, healthy, hard body. Her audience loudly expressed their appreciation. Danielle had been silent through the. Slowly he began a rhythm, sliding his cock and out of her. Their eyes were still locked on each other’s and they were still filled with tears. She asked him if he was okay and he said that no woman had ever given herself to him like she was since his wedding night so long ago. It brought tears to Babs’ eyes also and the two of them cried as they made love. She paused and told me that it wasn’t just sex but it was making love to a man she cared deeply for. Listening to her, I couldn’t help get. We spoke for a little while and he offered to plow our driveway. Afterwards, he asked me back to his house for cocoa.” “Ellen, I want to know how he fucked you. Tell me that part of the story.” “We walked back to his house. He made a fire and then made cocoa.” “Is this the PG version? I want to hear the sexy version. Tell me how he fucked my wife.” “He put a quilt on the floor and we kissed a while. We helped each other undress. He was nude and I was in my panties. I played with his cock. The birds were flying in and out of the decoys. The men were shooting up a storm and Numchucks was working back and forth between the two groups retrieving each and every bird. If one group got a Duck and called Numchucks. Chucks would run over to that group and await the signal or pointing finger then head that way and then back to the other group. If there was any confusion, it was that Numchucks didn’t know who to take the bird to. When this happened he would bring it straight to me. Give.