I could not resist putting my hand up her skirt fondled the fat wrinkles and working up to surprisingly hairy pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers,...seeking her clit, stroking to the tune of her moaning. She reached down and grabbed my hard on. ‘Shit Don, I haven’t been fingered like this in such a long time. And it felt even better because I just love sex with a full bladder. Did you feel me squirting?’ ‘That’s of the reasons I love really old gals like you Edna. They can squirt like fuck. Her whole body ached, she was sore where she had been beaten, and between her legs it felt as if she had been clubbed with a brick. Feeling strangely peaceful, she began her chores. It was difficult for her to do the physical work of sweeping, scrubbing and tidying while her cunny throbbed with pain, but she knew that was no excuse for shirking her responsibilities. She did her work with a smile that only grew with each twinge and sting she felt.When two o’clock arrived, she essayed a small. Once home, I was relieved to find that Melissa wasn’t there yet. I tucked away my secret purchases in a safe place and sent her a quick text.Hey, babe, love you. When are you coming home?She replied quickly.Aw, I love you too, honey! I have to work at least another hour. I’ll call when I am on my way home.I should have felt guilty for being so excited that she had to work late. But I was dying to put on a pair of my new girly panties and stroke my cock.I chose the black panties with white polka. "Whew, that was fuckin hot," he mumbled as Susan showed him the door.When she opened it, now the number of guys waiting their turn to get sucked off had doubled. My knees needed a rest so when the large guy stepped in who looked to be in his mid-twenties, I had him take his shorts off and sit down on the riding lawn mower. He was about 6'4, with bushy brown hair and probably weighed 270 pounds. I had to turn him sideways so the steering wheel didn't hinder my performance.He had a fat hairy.