This was all Mr. Black and his big ten inch. To this day he swears that he was going to follow the plan and let me have my fill before he got to have ...is way. After all she is your mama and its only right I play second fiddle. He said many times.You see I had only showed him a picture of her and to him she looked like a fat granny but never says no to pussy. Well once Mr. Black noticed just how nice a set of 69 year old tithes can be, and when a bubble butt is about 8 inches away, it makes a. You were so hard I wanted to unzip you and take you out… and I melted when you felt my legs and thighs and… did things to me!’ She squirmed into my groin and murmured, ‘Hold me tighter, Darling,… I like to feel you poking my tummy.’ With her head on my shoulder and lips close to my ear she sighed, ‘I guess it would have been… a little embarrassing… if I’d had an… orgasm in the lounge.’ I whispered back, ‘Just a little.’ The music was slow and Dorothy had molded herself against me, almost. Tshirt, fliplops, swimming pants and I stand there naked. ‘Wow, you’re a sportsman right? So nice, I love men with strong legs and a beautiful skin. And look what a colour, Greece is good for you, look at the difference between your waist and your arms’. ‘I never go topless, look, how my neck and my boobs differ’, as she comes up out of the pool, showing her large marble chest, with the olive brown cleavage above. I must have stared, she giggles and goes under water again. ‘When you go. Like, stupidly, impossibly, nothing-will-ever-feel-quite-the-same-again turned on. But it was more than that even. It was a look also of acceptance, of longing, of trust and of urgent desires that needed to be quenched. Some folk call it the look of love, but unless you’ve been in this exact scenario I’d invite you not to consider me a twat for suggesting that. (Oh, and there was a gentleman sucking my cock two inches from her face. I maybe should have mentioned that). She moaned at the sight.