We met in college, he was a year older than me and a year ahead. I'm now thirty-one, so he's thirty-two. He's six-one, one-eighty and it's mostly soli..., and one of the aspects of my hubby that I appreciate highly is his cock, seven and a little more, also pretty solid and nice and thick around. Wavy brown hair, hazel eyes and nipples that get really hard, just like mine, when sucked. So does his cock, of course. I'm five-five, one-twenty-two, blond hair past my shoulders, often in a ponytail,. ”A few minutes later Eric came to our table. “Follow me.” We went in the back and were joined by a large man, not sure about his job or background, but he was grinning widely. “This is Ahmad,” Eric said simply. He opened the door and turned on the light. A few rows of shelves, filled with bags and boxes of food. The room smelled of flour and oil.Emma walked up to Eric, got close and opened his pants and pulled out his cock. She turned and did the same to Ahmad. She smiled when she saw. My fully erect rod was about to cum, i needed the session to continue, i stopped stroking, held my breath for few minutes, and the rod shrunk few centimeters inside her pussy. “that’s great” aunt too needed a longer session, she rolled to make me below her, in the process the rod came out. She again pulled and pushed it, sitting on my lap, while wiping the wetness of her vagina with her hand my baton gained. She lifted her butt little up, kept her vulva on the rosy fore head of my dick, holding. My cock stirred even stiffer, and that’s no easy thing for a guy approaching fifty.“Well Krystal, I’ll be gentle” and my finger was crooked in her puckered treasure trove and she was enjoying the strange new pleasure sensation and I knew the rest would follow. It was just for me to make sure it was so deliciously decadent she would crave an arse filling every time she had sex.My finger was doing its prep work. Nicely relaxing her obvious constriction. Her crinkled textured pinkness giving ever.