‘Are you Spanish?’ ‘On my mother’s side. How did you guess.’ ‘I had a boyfriend once with hair like this. Turned me on something fierce. T...ick, black, straight.’ He spooned soup and she brushed hair for a few minutes. She pointed toward a computer in the corner. ‘Go sit in that chair. I’m going to check you out.’ ‘You have Internet?’ ‘Satellite. Makes life livable up here. Tell me something that only Beth knows about you.’ She took the machine out of sleep and looked at him. ‘Well?’ He colored. The door opened and in walked a guy in his early 60’s a little over weight and looking very horny. He wasn’t the bronzed Adonis I had imagined fucking me but I was in no position to complain. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me. His tongue invaded my mouth. He smelt of stale booze. His hands were all over my body. He squeezed my arse and slid his hand up my legs. Within minutes we were on the bed and he was tearing my dress off. He stopped to pull his trousers down exposing a 6 inch. Now, watching as she held the horse's cock for Betty to fuck, which Betty was doing very energetically by then, Rod wondered if Kathy would let him fuck her in the ass. As far as he knew, she'd never tried that form of sexual pleasure and it'd be fun breaking her in.He saw that his sister was blasting off to glory " words she'd jokingly used a few time when they'd been fucking. Now she was coming like crazy with the business end of the horse cock in her sweet cunt. But that was all right. She. It opened to the most lovely sight, she was in my dreams and now here. I reached an arm out, at first for a handshake, and then quickly converting it to a torso grab and heavy tongue kiss. Handshake, seriously, damn I am lame. French kiss for the win. And she did not recoil in disgust. Double winner. I scarcely saw him, maybe later I will give him a fist bump but for now my attention is on pleasing this fine woman and then letting go of a number of fat wads of cum. Our movements seemed.