Why? Are you worried? Don't be worried. I promise you I'll be almost gentle. What is it now? Sometimes, you frustrate me. You've got to pass gas? Well... damn it, just do it. Alright, now. No, don't feel embarrassed. Everyone farts. It's only natural. Now, you ready? You are, cool!Alright, then! The long anticipated moment has come. I am rubbing the lotion all over my cock. I can't wait to stuff my cock into your butt hole. So, why in hell wait? I place my hands on those wide hips of yours and. She pulled my hands and made me place it there those of you who would have done it and will know and how hot and wet it will be and then she made me put my hand inside her panty. I just moved my fingers touching her cunt lips as she sat back and enjoyed.I pulled her panty in a bit hurry and it tore off. From her face I could make out that she liked my aggressiveness. I just pushed her legs wider and showed my head into the right place. I spread her cunt lips and pushed the tip of my tongue deep. Carla was on her third vodka collins, a light sheen of perspiration covering her body. The afternoon sun was beginning to wane. After an exchange of friendly greetings, Turbo picked up a brownie and offered to Carla. "Here, Mrs. Carrington, I baked some really good brownies, let me feed you this one." Carla took a big bite, chewed and swallowed. Turbo practically shoved the rest of the brownie in her mouth. Carla said, "Thanks, George, you are a very good cook.", even though she thought that. Amen."She climbed into bed and pulled the covers tight to shield her from the nippy, Cape Cod, October weather. She lay there, letting her thoughts wander. It had been two years since the children left for school and she turned her beautiful five-bedroom Tudor style house into a bed and breakfast inn. She really didn't need the money, but she needed the activity that went with running a successful business. She usually had a full house, and charged $35 a night, single, and $42 double. Right.