Soon, I was grinding my cock into the bedsheet as he went back to kiss, knead and roll my butt cheeks. His hands were helping me to grind myself into ...he bedsheet plus his fingers were also trying hard to get into my wet ass hole; surely searching for my prostate. His rubbing there was bringing me extremely close to my climax once again, making me resist and return to being on my back with my cock up while his palm tried to stay firm on my back; asserting the symbolic control nevertheless; to. “Yes,” said William. “Jake has only been a widower for a few months, his wife was an essential part of the business. She died in childbirth.”“Oh, I am sorry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t do that again, he does tend to open his mouth before his brain catches up, but he’s a good man and means well.”They all got back into the coach and with the driver’s unitelligable stream of curses to the fresh team of mules set off on the second part of the journey.“Three and a half hours to cover ten miles,”. I can spot a nylon clad leg at 100 metres and once fixed in my sights I just can't avoid looking at it admiringly young or old,fat or thin I don't discriminate, I just love to see legs clad In nylon.Anyway back to the story...(there are pics/video in a gallery to go with this story)Well here's the dilemma I faced the other day, my lady came back from her daughters house (not blood related to me) and brought in a big washing basket full of washing as her daughters washing machine had broke. “We can ask her about using her apartment then.” “I hope we can arrange it soon,” Jennifer said. Now that she had decided to have an affair, she was desperate to get on with it. Carol regarded her with a strange expression.“You really are hot, aren’t you?” she said. “Hell, yes. I haven’t had a proper fuck for ages. Masturbating doesn’t really help. To tell the truth, finger fucking myself only makes me hornier” Carol was still regarding her with that curious look.“There are other.