The men were all looking for girls, and the girls were all looking for one thing. She even commented that there were a fair number of women who were o... 12-hour divorces from their husbands, all in the pursuit of big, black men.As I looked about, I could see it was true. There were a good number of women there, fitting all types of descriptions. There were tall, thin and willowy blondes; short, dumpy brunettes, a few ladies who were old enough to be the matrons of the group, and quite a few very. “Hey, Diane, I thought I would swing by and clean your pool.” “Sure, come in. You know I’m feeling a bit horny. I was thinking about doing the landscapers and since you’re here too, why don’t we all get together.” “Diane, you‘re so bad. Well, I’m game. I love fucking around with you.” Ding dong. I walked to the door. “Come on in, Miguel and Raymond. This is Anthony, my pool guy.” The guys all said hello, and I ran off to get the check. I came back into the room. I was smiling and then told. Zoe thought about women and the oneshe wanted more than ever was her own grandmother. Overthe past couple of months Zoe’s masturbation fantasiesconsisted of the things she wanted to do to her whitehaired widowed sixty four year old plump granny.In her grandmothers living room on a bright Sundayafternoon sitting in an armchair in front of atelevision once again these thoughts crept into Zoe’syoung head. Her Grandmother sat on the couch on theother side of the room reading one her. ......and fast!.I was at her mercy now, my mouth was open and dry, my face contorted into a rictus of pleasure and lust, God knows how I must have looked, but I didn't care. OMG! the things I could see, such horny views, I tried my best to take it all in. The swinging breasts tipped with erect nipples, those gorgeous parted buttocks, my hand cradling one cheek with my thumb buried right inside her tight little bum hole, the sight of her pussy open and wet, only inches above my face, the scent.