Julie Goodlay was 39 years old. Yes, really 39, and not just counting. She had lustrous Golden Red hair that cascaded down to her shoulders in waves o... shimmering soft silk. She always wore her high heels, unless she was training and her legs were shapely and finely-toned from her rigorous daily exercises. Her breasts were quite small, which is good for a runner. It helped to keep her long, lean body balanced and ready to turn on a sprint whenever it was needed in a serious race. Because of all. She rode up and down on me, sometimes taking me deep and other times shallow in a series of short, fast plunges; she took me deep for a moment and held it, rotating her hips and grinding her clit to my pubic bone, her ass to my balls.She lost herself in the sensations and the pleasure; maybe that was all she’d wanted in the first place, temporary escape, a mindless haven from the devastating death of her husband. Redemption, perhaps, an acknowledgment of life over death.Her focus now was on her. His shaft was being squeezed so tight his veins were flopping about under the skin from side to side, his cock slit pulled open, like a small gaping pussy!He sat there still with his boots and trousers round his ankles wit his dick straight upright and swaying as he controlled it to wag about, very impressive. I think it was hypnotising Mick as he seemed to stop babbling on? I helped Jomo off with his size 13 boots and trousers, lifting his white t shirt started to kiss and suck his hairless. ..”“You think we should’ve stopped them?”“I don’t know.”“Saffie was up for it. If it’s just a phase, or a learning experience, or how she is, she won’t come to any harm with Zann will she? I didn’t get that feeling anyway.”“It’s a lot of intimacy, all of a sudden, with someone she doesn’t really know that well, and she’s was thirteen until last weekend.”“Alright I’ll go and burst in on them?” Amanda was meaning it as a joke, but I nodded.“I wish you would. I mean, knock, but make sure she’s.