‘Are you cumming she asked a few minutes later. "I am!" Yessss!" I let out feeling me cum shooting into her lovely old hairy hole. Joy felt weak wit... lust and pleasure and she sagged forward, collapsing on top of my prick still buried inside her cunt. After taking a short nap and a shower, Joy said that I still had a lot to learn and would I like her to teach me. What would be you answer?Bertha Bertha, the 74-year-old widow was apparently no oil painting but she had as I was told the most. I'mnot small on top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had beenstaring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks but this was thefirst pig to say something in front of his k**s. I handed him his pies and moved to the side so he could throw. It didn'tmatter; I loved the a****l shelter but we needed money to operate and thefireman's carnival was one of our biggest fundraisers. If it meant letting afew jerks ogle my body, who cared? I could put up with it for a few hours. . “Stand up! Put your hands above your head! No one told you to move!”I straightened up and raised my hands. My breasts tightened with my raised arms and my painful nipple tugged. He kept walking round behind me. He caressed my bum as he walked past. I felt a finger slip between my cheeks and into my cunt. I stiffened, wondering if he would notice the vicar’s nectar! He said nothing but finger fucked me a couple of times. Then, abruptly he whipped his finger from my passage and into my cream and. Her body falls into a quick rhythm on top of my dick. Her hands lay on my chest for support. I feel the way her pussy keeps milking me as she keeps going up and down, back and forth, alternating between ways that could please me and please her. Oh, yessss! she hisses, taking one of her hands from my chest to grasp mine on her chest. She made me squeeze her tit hard. Youre so good at this, I moan, sitting up to nibble on her other breast. I guess that turned her on because she her movements.