She headed to the kitchen hoping to find coffee and maybe a bite to eat.She could hear James and Billy, laughing in the side yard. Looking out the win...ow she nearly lost her ability to breathe.James was shaving. Such a manly, natural thing. He sat on a low stool while Billy held a mirror. He was stripped to the waist. The muscles of his torso spoke to a life of manual work or strenuous physical activity. A towel was thrown over his shoulder and his suspenders hung down over his thighs. He had. She was having a massive, body-shaking orgasm. Her nails clawed into my back. Her entire body wrapped around me - lost in her own fantasy world. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, and suddenly I was there too. I desperately tried to pull out, pull away from her, but Francesca kept her legs locked around me. I was trapped in her embrace. She was going to make me come inside her. "Hurry up and come!" she panted erotically. "Give it to me.. I want it all!" It seemed I didn't really. Bob thought Sally looked fine in her loose fitting denim short shorts that highlighted the curves of her ass and legs. The shorts were frayed in the legs and so short they showed off her bare legs to her crotch and only barely covered her pussy lips. And Bob did see how Sally’s shorts had the wet blue look down between her legs. Bob liked that Sally’s shirt was unbuttoned halfway. No bra. This is good, he thought. She looked every inch female, a mature Daisy Mae, and Bob’s maleness was every. I mean for God's sake he was married to the best looking woman by far, my mother was only thirty three and every one always said how lucky he was to have her.They'd gotten together at a party when mum was just fourteen and he'd stupidly knocked her up, I was the result of that little get together, but I'll say this for him, he stood by her and married her on her eighteenth birthday."Some girls get cars" mum used to say, "But I got him, what a deal!"I never really understood what he did for a.