It was as firm as a 50 year old ass could be. Her breasts hung down as any large, fully formed breasts should. They were supported by strong shoulders...and the underlying musculature.As a coach, my brain is wired to always examine why things happen. When I watch football I always look at why a wide receiver was open not at the catch. I look at why everything happens. So of course I was wondering how two sweaty women and the reply “Nothing” went together.“Is it just me or are you two beautiful. I felt sorry for her anus, as it was certain it would bleed.Roger bent over Ann’s back and murmured something in her ear. She sided herhair again and chuckled.She leaned half her body on the coach as Roger began, very slowly to pull hiscock from her rosebud, fingering her cunt to ease the feeling. It took foreverto leave. It actually looked like a train coming from a tunnel!.When Roger’s steamy and shitty cock finally came off, he sat down as Ann Helenknelt between his opened. She looked at Janet and asked, “What do I do?” “You meet Gil for coffee, just like he asked,” Janet chuckled. “Gil? That’s his name?” Olivia asked as she melodically repeated my name in her head till it became a mantra. “Yes, Olivia. That’s his name,” Janet grinned. “How do I reply? He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” “Yes, tell him yes!” Olivia excitedly replied. ~ The coffee shop was busy when I arrived. It's located at a major intersection, and only a few minutes north from two. She was saying something, but I was in no mood to listen to what she was saying. Her eyes were intense black. I was mesmerized in it. She left my hands and kept her left hand on my right thigh and her right hand was on my shoulder, she was moving her hands continuously over my body.She was so close to me that I felt her breath when she was talking. And I think she enjoyed too. Finally she gave me a tight hug, before I left. I was stunned. I never expected this from her, yes, I liked her, I felt.