After about ten minutes of intense fucking Gan came like gangbusters. She asked me to make her squirt like Lin and I asked her if she liked that and s...e said yes as she came again. We had been gone a while so we had to stop and went and got some champagne for a dinner toast. Lin met us in the kitchen as Gan went outside to the pool. I told her that there was still some wine to bring to which she headed rapidly down the stairs. In almost the same way she was on her knees tasting her Mother's. ”“I’m Andy Curtis,” I replied. “Were you looking for me?”Her bright smile almost melted me. “Nice to meet you, HndyAndy,” she beamed. “I’m ShortGrl.”Yes, HndyAndy was my chatroom name. Back then I was 45 and running a trim 170 pounds on my six-foot frame. Blue eyes and dark brown hair completed the picture. Maybe a little skinny, maybe a little geeky with the glasses I wore, but I think I looked OK.I thought Cara was gorgeous, even in gym wear. At five-foot-one, she probably weighed about 110,. They were able to do all those things we used to do as girls, only now they were doing those things because it was expected of young women to wear make-up, fix their hair, and wear nice clothes and such. My only release from the sad reality of things was when we would go over to one of their homes and hang out in their bedrooms trying on dresses and doing our make-up. These were the things I desperately wanted in everyday life, but felt such an opposition in going into them full throttle. I. My fingers caressed down to his elbow, then as if on a mission of their own, dropped to his thigh. I had lost control and the slut inside me was rising to the surface. I knew it was wrong but I wanted to know if the men were truly excited. My head was spinning with sexual energy, guilt and even a last hope that Pete would arrive to rescue me, but my pussy felt ready to drip. More than just wanting, I needed to touch their excitement. My fingers found Jon wonderfully hard in a bold arc that had.