She was in decent shape with smooth skin and a giant rack which sagged a bit because of the serious weight. There was something sexual about her.She i...troduced herself as Susan and, as the evening progressed, I noticed my wife talking to her one-on-one and it seemed to be quite an engaging conversation. When we left a few hours later, I mentioned to Chloe that I thought Susan was attractive in a GILF kind of way.Chloe raised her eye brows. "I'm glad you feel that way. Men only want the young. Her skin felt so soft and warm, and its paleness was in stark contrast to the reddened colour of my shaft and the thick purple head. She giggled nervously at me, her face and cheeks turning redder still. She slid her hand lower down my cock, bending and flexing her fingers, not feeling me up, but finding herself a comfortable grip around my shaft. I could sense her hand and whole body were shaking slightly as she gently gripped me. Then she began…softly stroking her hand up and down the full. Denise thought she would suffocate on the scent. All that moaning and gasping, all that grunting, all those squishing noises and that obscene sound of flesh sliding against flesh were staring to drive her crazy. She almost covered her ears to block it out."Uhhhh, ahhhh!" a boy grunted."Shoot it!" a girl whispered. "Fill me up!"Denise chewed her lip. She wanted to tell them to shut up, wanted to scream that they were all driving her crazy. She was furious with the bus driver for allowing this to. She knew that the window dresser was an easy conquest for the virile young man because she had recently been divorced from her husband of almost ten years and she wanted to make up for lost time. Sue had seen Doris in action at a recent office party taking on a stag line of male admirers eager to sample her divorced backside to judge if it was as tight as reported by certain parties.It seemed to her that the more mature woman was in fine shape from the clear view of her heart-shaped flanks, but.