”“Beginner’s luck.” Eleanor laughed as she slipped her socks off, throwing them in the middle of the table.As she sat down I ogled her body en...ased in her summer dress. I quickly calculated that she couldn’t have much clothes to lose. This could get interesting! Ogling my aunt was the same as ogling my mother and I had a sudden wish for my mother to be there with us to double my pleasure…Another stroke of luck came my way when Aunt Ellen requested another card. “Hit me she said.”Giggling. Three were friends of mine... In their fifties, married for many years. There were a couple of young people, too. Anyway, he and one of the old guys were gabbing about my well being... As if I couldn't exist by myself. My son just finished stating that maybe "they" ought to inform the brothels, over in Nye county, that I was a widower now.His mother had just passed away... Less than six months ago... My mate of thirty years or so. He was twenty-two and still finding his way. I was leaning. Jordan lost track of how many times her ass, her pussy and her throat had been violated by Ebony. Sometimes Ebony would talk to and tease Jordan as she fucked her steadily and powerfully. Other times, Ebony was a raging b**st with no thought for anything but her own pleasure and release. The only thing that remained constant was the incredible and almost unceasing pounding that Ebony exerted on Jordan's body. Jordan felt like a water balloon that had been filled up and emptied too many times.. Dahlia locked her ankles around the small of Brutus' back and she began to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the thick black sex tool.Brutus gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard, his big body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could.Their bellies smacked together rhythmically, and moist squelching noises emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Dahlia's.