But, I didn't even think that was all of it. There was something behind his eye, that bright green eye, that I couldn't put a finger on. Something tha... hinted at something else. A desire to know more? A curiosity? No, that wasn't it. An... "Oh, DAMMIT!" I cried out. And then I looked around to see if anybody had heard me. No, of course not. Sound doesn't carry well in the Georgia countryside. What isn't absorbed by all the greenery is drowned out my the chatter of the insects. I was genuinely. She seems to be very popular, with hundreds of viewers like myself tuning in to chat, and get a glimpse of her beautiful tanned body, or a possible private peek show.Luckily, I get some more personal interaction with her on the message boards, as she logs on a few times week. We’ve been friends for almost three months. Lillian sent me an invitation after reading some of the stories on my blog. I think adding her to my growing list of “Neighborhood Milfs” is the least I could do.Our weekly chats. I busted a nut inside her as she came. She collapsed on top of me with her boobs in my face and we fell back asleep. The morning came and I awoke with my cock still buried deep inside Vickie's cunt and Vickie still on top of me. I figured any minute she would wake and the shit would hit the fan. I thought Vickie would accuse me of taking advantage of her being drunk and fucking her while drunk. As I laid there thinking of everything that happened, that I fucked my hot older woman boss my cock. By the time Don got back to business, Sami had got the bottle half way in and was gagging for the rest and something long and hard shoved in her mouth as well. Don was more than willing to oblige, watching us had really got them both hotter than hell and now those passions needed satisfying.Watching the bottle slowly disappear inside Sami brought back memories of Big Mac and the seaside, but enough of that, just look how much she is able to take if she puts her mind to it.Occasionally, Dons.