Deep blue pools set inside a gracefully aging wilderness…he found her face enchanting – and now found himself staring at Sharon Hastings as her hu...band made introductions. Secord guessed she was Harvard or Princeton, definitely not a Yalie, simply by the way she held herself…and by the pained look she expressed for her husband’s attire. He felt for her, if only because Hastings looked like he’d just stepped out of a ratty old motorhome and counted on embarrassing his wife. Then she came right. Before she could react I turnd her around and bent her over the office desk. I grabbed her panties with one hand and yanked on them, ripping them to shreds as I pulled them from her body. I knew it must have hurt, but before she could do anything but moan, I pushed a couple fingers into her to see if she was wet. She was dripping wet!After rubbing her clit raw I put my fingers into her mouth and mounted her from behind. She sucked on them trying to taste every bit of her that she could while I. ‘You were asked a question slut, are you going to perform for us?’ Angelique said, adding to the heat of their game. ‘Y-Yes,’ Ida whimpered and parted Diana’s long, golden legs. There was no turning back and Ida knew it. She moved in between Diana’s legs and began eating her cunt, parting the labia with her fingers and doing her best to make the woman cum. Angelique was now behind Ida, drilling her fingers in and out of Ida’s pussy in a savage effort to stimulate her pussy. Patrice couldn’t. He won awards for science projects and had ribbons for perfect marks on tests strewn about his room. He had a habit of pushing his glasses up on his nose when he talked, probably trying to make himself look more grown up. Steven was four (‘Four and a half, daddy!’). He was the baby, but I had worked on bringing his up so that he wasn’t spoiled. He chipped in where he could, helping pick things up from the floor that the rest of us didn’t see. At least he wasn’t feeding them to the dog, Flash..