Once I was clean shaven he told me he wanted it to always look like this. He pulled his hard cock out of his pants, and rubbed it up against my pussy...which with all the touching was now wet. He was just on the edge, right about to push in, and stopped, like hed thought better of it. He walked over to the toys, and pulled out a strange shaped toy. It was just small around maybe a little thicker than his thumb, but about 15cm long, with a long lead coming out of it. He reached down and picked up. He asked for shelter from the storm. The eye looked him up and down then came to a decision.Slowly the door opened to reveal a woman. "Attractive," thought Greybeard as he stepped inside. "Blonde," he noticed. She closed the door behind him and said with a giggle, "Get those waterproofs off, and the boots. You're dripping all over my rugs."He removed them and passed them to her outstretched hand. She hung the waterproofs up on the door then turned and looked him up and down again in the dim. He liked playing around in her crack and trying to get a finger or two up her asshole. She let him have his fun in fingering her shitter, but she was not ready to be butt fucked yet, but Billy was always trying. He took his stiff cock and rubbed it over Phoebe’s ass and in her crack. Then he teased her asshole with the head of his dick. He really wanted to fuck her up her tight little dirt hole, but he was not about to force her. After all, she let him fuck her around four or five times a day!. She moaned softly as I stroked her, feeling the love we had for each other revitalized in our heated newfound passions. As my tool became flaccid, it slipped from the wondrous tunnel of joy, I rolled to her side and we cuddled, wrapped in the bliss of love. The guy, who I never really caught a name for, got up and went to the bath room, I could hear the sink running, and guessed he had wanted to clean up. When he emerged he tracked down his clothes and redressed. He leaned down.