The youth of the young females kept their steps light and bouncy but Sir Roland and the Friar’s boots were both dragging in the dust of the road con...irming their accumulating years and lack of exercise.Lady Cordelia was half-way hanging on Rowena’s girdle to give her support and balance although the roadway was now fairly level and free from the dangerous ruts and holes in the forest.Fortunately, the road started to take a downhill angle after a short distance and they realized they were moving. This is my story of how I became an to my wife and our shemale bull.We have been married for a year, but we have no children. The reason is my small 3-inch cock. Even though I used my cock in various ways, I could only use my fingers to make my wife moan. During the first year of our marriage, my wife cum from me only once.Let’s see about my wife. She’s a fair-skinned 5’9 Tamil Goddess. She has D-cup boobs and a huge bubbly booty. If she started walking in the middle of the street, all the. She was sucking at an intense pace which allowed me to see her breasts bounce back and fourth with every motion she made. I was awestrucked from the site of her beauty. She was perfect and she was finally doing everything I had dreamed. I grabbed the back of my moms head and pulled it forward a bit more making her swallow more of my shaft. I heard and felt her gag reflex as she was drooling over my cock. I couldnt take it much longer and began fucking her face. She was mumbling something but I. Err... could maybe feel your butt cheeks under your skirt... w-would you be ok with that?"She looked back at me for a moment and said in a slightly stern tone, "Yes, if it helps get this over with quicker, but don't crease up my skirt."The hem of mom's skirt was just above her knee and about level with me as I lay on the bed. I moved my left hand off her ass and ever so slowly slid it under the hem of her skirt, next to her right leg, which was nearest to me, and slid my hand up along her.