Mallory stopped walking along the mile-long country road leading back to campus. She didn’t want to run into Val or Daphne and decided to about-face...and head back to the city. Mallory only carried $30 in her pocket, and she intended to spend every penny in the first bar she ran into.---“You didn’t have to pay for dinner, Holly.” Daphne broke the silence as they strolled down one of busier streets in Moringa City. Markets and retailers were closing their shops and bars were opening their doors. Having taken the plunge, I sat on the train suddenly apprehensive. More than thirty years had passed since we had last seen each other. I knew from a brief note on a Christmas card that she had lost her husband to an untimely heart attack, but that was all. I couldn’t even be sure I would recognise her. And what, exactly, did I expect us to say to each other?To be honest, when I arrived at the station I looked straight past the smartly-dressed, slim, dark-haired woman until she cried, ‘My. Ze trekt haar kleren uit en pakt een paar dingen uit haar tas een grote pot vaseline en een rupperen vuist. Ik kijk verbaast en bang weg. Ik hoor een harde kreun en kijk op ze vouwd die rubberenvuist gewoon in een haal in haar kut. Ik houd het niet meer en begin te kotsen. Agnes kijkt om en schrikt er van. Ze maakt mij los en zegt me dat ik niemand mag vertellen over wat ik net gezien heb. Ze pakt de set kleren van marlie en dirigeerd me deze aan te doen. Ik stribbel tegen maar dit had ik beter. Oh baby." she moaned, as my hard dick enter half way. "yess" she said as I worked the rest into her hot pussy.. Her legs folded back to her breasts now as I used my arms to hold them there. Balancing myself on the table, I started fucking her faster. Her rear was hanging off the table, working to take me deeper. " Yeah.. Give it to me. Fuck me good." She grabbed me at my waist and slid even more off the table, humping up to fuck me back as she pulled me to her. "Slam that big fucking cock in.