The dick was sliding back and forth easily and it was very wet inside me now. I kept moving for a few more moments but the event was over. I was happy...but not totally satisfied. The dick was pulled out of my arse and I heard the guy leave the one stall and go into the next before I was even standing up straight. I guessed the he didnt want me to see him or he wanted to clean up or something. I sat back on the toilet and cleaned up a bit. I wiped myself and smiled when I saw the guys cum on the. Good old collector instrument there, a real one, not one of the later jap pieces. ‘Do you know any Bob Segar, sweetie?’ She asked me. Well, yeah, I just happened to, and told her so. ‘Neat, I like that kind of music.’ She turned and went over and sat down on the floor about 20 feet away. There were two much younger women sitting there smoking a joint, I had been eyeing the dark haired one already, trying to figure out if she was attached. There was a bunch of people wandering around and more. I was pumping her so hard her saggy tits were flopping all over her chest. Finally I grabbed them again to use to pull me in deeper , after a few minutes of this she was moaning and humping back. She came while I was pulling on her tits. Without letting my dick escape her cunt she sat up and kissed me and told me how much she enjoyed having my dick inside her. By now she seemed satisfied, but I wasn't done. I told her that my MIL liked it from the rear and to get on her hands and. The shrubs were, as she said, magnificent. I was familiar with the art of bonsai, but this was on a much grander scale. The bushes were carved into a****ls and people in various poses. After we had viewed most every shrub sculpture she asked with a smile “Would you like to see my trimmed bush now?” and she began to unbutton her dress revealing the reason for her novel tit shape. Her bra was the style of the ‘50s. I had jerked off to many models wearing that very style of bra, but I had.