Stacy made popcorn.Liz, a red-headed former hippie (why do have so much luck with redheads?) was totally tanned, braless and wearing granny sunglasses...when she arrived. Her bad teeth were a spotless white, her breasts more than a cup size larger than before and her sex drive was back on a par with a horny 25-year-old hippie.“I can’t believe I’m finally letting you have your way with me,” Liz purred as I cuddled her with my arms. “And that boob you’re grabbing wasn’t there two days ago.”“Puberty. Her top is pink and the bottom is black with blue green stripes on the side. Me? I'm dressed in a t-shirt and jean shorts. I consider myself a well hung guy, and if I were to wear one of those spandex outfits, Julie would cause my cock to become hard and shred the outfit. We ride for about 15 minutes down the trial until we get to another path. Julie signals a right hand turn. I follow, but I also lag behind. I'm too in awe of her ass and wishing I could be her bicycle seat. Dreaming of fucking. Banners gambol on the horizon. Sunset, with searing heat, mirrors the gore of the battlefield. Carnage has purpose; each man, each steed, each blade, all overcome the enemy in a gruesome dance. Ichor flows into the river returning vitamins and minerals back to the earth. Through clenched teeth, the dead speak, but the living can’t hear because they’re too busy trying to stay alive.From the olive groves of Greece to the dusty palaces of India, we’ve seen many battles. Armies of two-score enraged. Aisling reaching the helmet of my cock kissed it before parting her lips and sucking the sensitive end, swirling her tongue around it. This sent shivers of pleasure through my body. For me having my balls played with at the same time has always enhanced the pleasure coming from my cock. Aisling then took more of my cock into her mouth until I could feel it hit against the back of her throat. Normally that is as far as she would have gone, but I could feel her trying to take more. However all.