Mid to late forties. This woman could be a model. I mean she is toned. She has on a silky short robe thing. She claims she got out of the bath. She is...showing me around the house but I am having a hard time trying not to stare at her legs. I start my audit, entering information in my I-Pad. I get all done and go over the info with the woman at her kitchen table. It is a glass table in a breakfast nook with lots of sun light. As I am explaining my findings to her I notice that I can see right. .. you are just the kind of freak... ughhh shit... fucking cumming!" I felt a light spray hit my thighs as I realized that she squirted for the first time with me, then passed out. I picked her up and carried her back to the car as Sharon popped out of the vehicle."What happened to her?" she cried."She came really hard and actually squirted a little on me, then passed out. I guess the whole, doing it in a graveyard, pushed her over the edge." Did you say she squirted? She's never done that. As he pressed down against the intrusion in his ass he felt a sear of pain that quickly faded to a dull ache as the rim of Doug’s knob slipped past his protesting ring of muscle, leaving it to clasp the narrower neck of Doug’s shaft in an elastic grip. Doug ceased pushing and leaned back, content now that he was securely lodged in Roger’s ass to wait until it had expanded to accommodate the invading column of flesh. The ring of acute pressure around the neck of his cock gradually eased as the. Nick rested on the couch, listening to the couple play. He smiled, remembering the times he and his Mary had laughed together. Cold air rushed into the room when Maggie opened the door. Snow swirled around her feet, melting as it hit the floor. Steve brushed the excess snow off his jacket before following her inside. ‘Ah, you’re awake. Are you feeling better?’ Maggie asked as soon as she saw Nick sitting up. ‘Yes, thank you. Have fun out there, did you?’ ‘I did. Before I met Steve, I wasn’t.