We were eighteen, and these were days of cutting class and going back to our parents’ empty houses to fuck in the simple, clean manner of b**sts. S...e was so innocent and direct, simply hungering to be fucked, with no pretense or practice. She was so happy to just lie back and be stuffed full of my cock, and it was easy and free of meaning. But then, we grew up. She met a guy, then another guy, then her husband. She had k**s, built a life, drifted off. I did the same - a career, a different. It didn't throw her off her game, though; she just kept blowing me as if it was like breathing to her. I surely wanted to douse her face by then, but of course, the journey to my orgasm was just as important as the orgasm itself.So, I kept it extra sexy for her as well, and she certainly appreciated that as well. Her lips made my schlong feel so good that it hurt, but in a good way. After a few more minutes, I let my hands off her head again."Oh, fuck yes, sis, you blow Leah right out of the. Stella was clumsy in her approach and was hesitant and unsure many times, but Helen was still overwhelmed by this woman with her effort and attention to providing her with enjoyment and satisfaction. It truly was true, the realization that this woman was having her first real woman-on-woman experience at the age of 90 and was deeply involved in it. Perhaps fighting off some social morals in the process, but she was expressing herself in her effort. Helen felt the woman’s mouth completely encase. She giggled and pushed me away. I closed in again and lifted the tank top. Her skin tone is such that her waist resembled a juicy orange.I moved further close and bit her gently. She moaned and brought her thighs closer and caught my hair and pressed into her body. I licked the spot where I bit and she fell over me. Her boobs felt heavy on my head. I caught her left boob and caressed the hard nipple over the top. She hissed this time in my ear. She’s holding my hair strongly and pushed into her.