Not too fast, not too slow, nor did he go too deep. Running his fingertips down her back, George ran his hands over her round buttocks. To him, they w...re perfect. The kind, George thought, that you just wanted to bite. “Wait,” said Gill, putting a hand behind her up to Georges chest. George stopped mid thrust, concerned. Gill stood up and put her hands on his shoulders. “Lay back,” she said, gently pushing him backwards onto the floor, “I want to ride you.”Lifting one leg over George, Gill sat. Who gives a shit? She's with me, fellas. Suck it up.)(I'm only glad I dressed smartly for this meeting but she has overshadowed me by a country mile. She really is something else. Me? I'm already a mental wreck. Feigning calm, I'm asking her questions, listening to her answers, listening to her soft voice, showing interest, which is also easy, telling her about myself yet all the while gazing at her, mentally undressing her and imagining...)"In truth? This is a first for me. I've not actually. “Is that nice big boy?” she grinned down to him, studying Bert’s face, she knew he yearned badly to push himself up into her, nevertheless she was now in control, slowly, very slowly she started lowing herself. The pleasure was more than she could ever have expected, or hope for, for that matter, amazed that she’d able to spread so easily, gradually she lifted and lowered, lifted and lowed. The large helmet jerked as it was compelled between her taught pussy muscles, no pain just sheer pleasure. The feeling was intense. She felt his girth and length as he slid into her sheath. Initially, it was painful. Her vagina had not stretched this much since the birth of her son 28 years ago.The pain subsided. An incredible full feeling replaced it. Every square inch of her pussy pulsed as it accommodated his cock. She gasped, trying to breathe as the driver slowly stroked in and out of her. Her pussy squelched and throbbed as he smiled down her.“Are you okay, Miss?” She was incredibly tight. As.