When I finally arrived at home, I stepped into world war three. My wife was on the warpath and was taking no quarter. I tried to relax with a nice b...bbly soak in the tub. My thoughts turned to the lovely thick white chick I had seen earlier that day. She was about 45 years old, with nice auburn hair, 48DD breasts and built on the large side but everything was nicely put together. She was wearing some yellow tights that made her thighs and ass more pronounced and very sexy. She was bending. Everything was pretty much run of the mill until a young woman arrived for swimming lessons, Natalie a slim petite 16 year old joined the beginner’s class and at first lacked any confidence but as the weeks went by became more self-assured and aggressively competitive. Natalie’s technique was rough and raw but showed promise and good times over 50 metres. We had got to know each other very well and felt that it was time to coach her on a one to one basis after the normal classes. So on a. I worked my tits faster, his precum lubing the way. I spat a few times, slicking my tits. He groaned, leaning back, watching the screen. Lee moaned, masturbating now while the girls insulted her, calling her such filthy, disgusting names.Just hearing it sent a surge of maternal pride through me. Lee endured all those words to please her Master. She was such a good slut. I wanted to hug her right now, but my tits were occupied. After I came, then I would tell her how much I love her.Damn, I was. ” The first woman, blond, green-eyed, slim but rounded in the right places, sat down next to Steve. The other one, taller, brunette and dark-eyed, more voluptuous — the one who had commented on my shortcomings that day in the cove — leaned one hip against my shoulder and pushed me aside. “Thanks for making room,” she said, giving me a sardonic look. “A perfect gentleman.” The blond one — Lisa, as it turned out — told Steve the story: They had been hiking along the coast outside of town when.