“Ace piece of gear...”“Yes thanks Neal,” interjected an annoyed Norman.“Well we’ve got the funds, lets do it,” agreed Colin, Eric having...found the instrument and told his buddy, much to Norman’s disquiet. “I could pick one up at Maplins tomorrow.”“Yes Mr Secretary OK. All in favour ... thank you.” announced Norman at the unanimous show of hands. “Last thing, remember our motto, There’s some thing down there, Good luck.”The full membership tidied the hall and dispersed to the pub apart from Ergl. And waited.She heard the murmur of voices from downstairs. But she knew not to make an appearance – she was, after all, a well brought-up church-going twenty-something, and it would be best not to draw attention to the fact that she was fucking the husband of her ex-best friend. Instead, she reached over, extracted a cigarette from her pack on the night-stand and, striking a match, lit it.Vicky relished the feeling of her lungs soaking up the nicotine, the calming tingling sensation slowly. "You don't know how much." You bet you do," she hissed as she mounted me. "That's what's good about you young studs; you all love to fuck and can go for a long time. My ex husband couldn't do it for more than ten minutes without a pill."Her round ass rested on my legs and waist, and my entire length was now buried inside her. Kerry bent over to kiss me, her tongue shooting in my mouth. I could still taste a little residue of the load of cum she had swallowed earlier after she'd sucked me off in. She could feel the rough, stubby fingers slide in and out, keeping beat with a squishy sound. Olga's moans started to get louder, and Ram could sense her impending orgasm. He spread her legs even wider, and took out his fingers. They were dripping wet, and he licked them clean, smacking his lips with pleasure. He then latched his lips on to her pussy lips, inhaling deeply. She felt his coarse hands cup her breasts and squeeze them. Olga could hold it in no longer. Her hands were digging in to.