Bridge tournaments are organized and played in various cities and countries so it is ideal to be able to go different places with a group of woman and...men. I always have my eye open for the woman. So a few months after my wife died I decided to stop grieving and to start living, I know my dear departed wife would want me to do that. I started attending my local Anglo Indian social club and inquired whether there were openings for an experienced player.A little about me now, I am 65 years of. He could feel that he had pushed about half of his tentacle in and had completely filled up the cavity. His tentacle had formed a sort of pulsing, writhing ball inside that was constantly sliding along her slick walls and the tip of the tentacle was actually poking back out just a little bit. This new surge of pleasure and fullness threw Jillian to the edge of her first orgasm and her eyes shot open. She quickly realized that she was unable to move any of her limbs and couldn’t even vocalize. He buried himself in her lips and tongue fucked her tight space while circling her clit with his thumb. She told him not to stop, and he followed command. He continued sticking his tongue into her tight hole, circling it around and exploring her pussy with it, and picking up pace on circling her clit. With a loud moan and bucking of her hips, she was cumming. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed him in further. He continued this for as long as he could manage, allowing her to cum at. At this point my heart was pounding and I could feel wet pre-cum in my shorts.I moved in again, hitting her ass cheek with my throbbing, hard cock – the feeling of ecstasy instantly returned.I aimed to slip my throbbing cock between her ass cheeks again – she shifted her hips perfectly and I was able to find her crack.She definitely was either wearing a thong or no panties, there’s no way my dick would fit between her cheeks like this with regular panties. The train was jammed packed and there.