As we toured the ruins, they would go up the steep steps ahead of me, giving me a perfect view up their skirts. I was greatly surprised to find out th...t they were both wearing g-strings. The sun only helped me to see through their thin skirts, showing off their nicely shaped bodies and their crotches as if there was a spot light shining down on them. My face was so close to their backsides, I could almost count the number of tiny black hairs hanging out on each side of their underwear. I could. In the ward, she would have cried out and other nurses would have come to her aid. But she was on her own now. She felt him rotate his hips to bury himself into her warmth. She kept as still as possible and balled her hands into fists against his shoulders. She timed the moment for her shove that would put her safely out his grasp. He moved his massive hands to her buttocks and trapped her on his still engorged phallus.She was dressed only in an african print wrapper and a T-shirt so was very. I wonder whether he wants to watch us getting each others off in his lovely lucky case of us, the tastiest two!?I guess he wants us to do first the former and next the latter, the dirty old bastard!I wonder whether his big brown bent banana will live up to our erotic expectations?I ponder he might turn out to be a better talker, than a frolic frantic fucker of us two?I wonder whether this retired professor can handle us both together in his 'big bed'?I guess we both need to work hard all. ”Roberta leans forward toward us, almost as if giving away a secret. “I suck him clean after every slut he fucks, and he gives my pussy a good licking clean after every man I do too!”She sits back and continues. “We have a nice little group of swingers we party with, but sometimes we like to spread the love and we go to swinging clubs and have fun with total strangers.”“Roberta’s very popular.” Jackson interjects. We could have guessed as much. She has that dirty-older-woman vibe going.