........... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some six years l...ter, I was coming to the end of my schooldays at the Grammar School which I had attended since the age of eleven having passed the Entrance Examination during my time in Miss Clark's class. It was games afternoon and three of us were out on a 'Cross Country' run which brought us back to the school through a housing estate, having run through some. Of course, he'd been married once. He even had a son and daughter, and, according to him, he and his ex-wife were, in his words: "Good friends. Better than we were when we'd been married!" When I knew Bob (this is now close to five years ago), he was still working (even at the age of 67). Later, when he retired, that was when he started a glory hole in the privacy of his townhouse, and that was when I began seeing him in that capacity on a much more regular basis than I had before.Now, before I. He aligned his cock with my teen hole and started slowly pushing it in. The feeling was incredable, his shaft was so fat and bulky that it widened my small pink socket to unbelievable width. Inch by inch he took his time strething me out until I felt his pubic hair tickling my split bare pink teen lips. As he pulled back I looked down to see this monster playing tug a war with my pussy. He picked up the pace moving in and out at a faster rate. He grabbed my legs behind the knees and braced. The oustide looked like a perfect winter wonderland. She arrived at her log cabin in her silver car. It was a perfect escape from the cold nights in Atlanta.Once she was inside her cabin, she took off her coat and went in to change into her warmest pajamas. She does love the city life and all, but sometimes even city girls like her need a break from the noise and traffic of the city. The interior and appliances in her cabin was a mix of the classic with the modern. She went to her kitchen and.