I was already sweating from pushing my mower from my house to hers with the gas trimmer resting on top and a bag slung over my shoulder with a few she...ring tools. She opened the door. There she stood, dressed in a two piece bikini and nothing else. At forty Mrs. Wilson had no kids and it showed. She had the body of a bomb shell. Her hour glass shaped and toned thighs and abs, though not wash board abs, were easily the envy of younger women and the rack she had on her seemed the size of melons.. “Me too. Have a good night girls.” The third sheepishly followed his buddies silently out the door. As soon as the door closed, Victoria leaped to her feet, and spun with all the strength, speed and athleticism of her entire body, and connected with an incredibly hard punch, square into Natasha’s jaw. It was so powerful it sent her and the heavy chair she was sitting in flying backward. Her heels flew over her head, and she came to rest stunned out of consciousness on the floor. “FUCK! I. " When shall I meet Mr Kingston, Mother?" Sarah asked."We shall arrange a suitable occasion, my dear," said Lady St. Cuthbert. "And then after the appropriate vetting and DNA profiling, you and he shall be wed." And where might that be, Mother?" That is the prerogative of the groom, my dear," said Sarah's mother. "But he will almost certainly consult your father who, as you know, has always had a fondness for Conglingbury Abbey. It's a fine and venerable church and we know the Abbot well.". I pause, but only for a second and then I continue with my blow job. You’ve not been sucked like this before. I combine my lips and my teeth, holding you as my tongue massages your glans. I know you can’t last much longer. I can feel your cock is hard to bursting and a swift palpation of your sack tells me how full you are. All your semen, ready to fire. But when I say. Then and only then, may you come. I sit up and look at your eyes, which are gooey and bear the sign of a man who has been.