The gate was still swinging in a lazy arc, faintly creaking, the noise being carried on the breeze that always came up the valley. The same breeze as ...lways, that brought the tang of salt from the briny channel, a mile on the other side of the cottage and at the bottom of a step cliff.Clothing flapped on the dryer that slowly spun, looking like an old fashion moving picture show, flashing images of gradual motion, created from overlaid drawings, viewed through a small slot on a spinning. I was spent. Big time. Ursula removed the shaft from Victor slowly. He rolled over on the floor, his super-thick cock covered with pre-cum goo. She unsnapped the harness and hovered over him, lunging down on his cock. In two strokes, she was impaled and started riding him, pinching her nipples. Cum for me, Vic, she said. Shoot it! Do it, baby! She reached around and started fondling his balls as her tits swayed back and forth. C'mon, Vic, honey, fill me up! He had already been breathing hard,. As I was sitting at the bar watching, I was interrupted by a woman sitting next to me, who mumbled something about the scene before us being way too tame. I looked over at her and was surprised to see a woman about my age in a slinky little strapless dress that showed off her assets in the best possible way. The cleft between her well-endowed chest went down, down, down, enhancing the size and tan of her breasts immeasurably. I had to pull my eyes away from the chasm to look up at an. A few wispy hairs surrounded the whole package. I looked down at what the others had found so alarming, curious. Maybe for a second too long. I was just curious. Something had stirred and I hurried to get back into my hated uniform that day. Tugs seem to be working. Shit, is it the tugs working? I'm thinking about the school showers, thinking about Alex, and that chav Ed Miller. My dick stiffens. Enough for me to start a steady rhythm, my hand working up and down, my fingers stroking my.