She was in her very late 40s, petite, with bottle blonde hair and a wardrobe that screamed 'mutton dressed as lamb'. She was from the North, with a v...ry broad accent, and earned very good money in public health. Out of her clothes, she wasn't bad for the mileage. Slim, with just a bit of sag in her small breasts, belly and bum, she was heavily tanned. Her only white bit was just barely bigger than the wiry triangle of hair perched above her regularly waxed snatch. I may only have been 24. As his lips treated hers, his hands pushed Alison’s shorts and panties down, making her ass susceptible to his touch. He gently bit her bottom lip, as his hands rolled over her ass, now he felt was the time to brush his crotch against Alison’s pussy. She moaned at it being so close. ‘If its to forget you none of it,’ Stephen declared as his right hand cupped the back of her neck, ‘but if I can have you, you need all of it.’ Taking his tongue in her ready mouth, Stephen reached under Alison and. ’ Another shrug and the mare stopped. She stopped Milky then slipped off his back. Digging in her saddlebag she searched for a pair of breeches. But felt with only folds of silk and satin. Cursing she stepped away and closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them, she was clad in some deerskin breeches and a loose shirt. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tail at the nape of her neck. Then she concentrated on her saddle, turning it from a side saddle to a regular riding saddle.. I saw her face filled with divine joy. Her face looked like a red lotus. I went down and kissed her lips and she whimpered with each thrust. Then she lowered my face on to her left nipple and I engulfed it like juicy g****. So tender and juicy. I grabbed her other breast and sucked another. I felt her vagina contracting to my penis as if it wanted to it the cock up. Suddenly she began to move violently as if she was under some terrible pain. Then her entire body trembled and let out loud.