Ofelia had been a very beautiful woman when she was younger.Now at early sixties, she still was able to make my cock get hard and ache in my trousers�...�That afternoon I had gone to my office by train, since my lovely wife had borrowed my car to go shopping with her sexy mother.Anita’s car was there lying in the garage, engine out of order.As I got home, I noticed my car was not parked at our driveway.I went to the kitchen and soon got ready a nice cup smoking black coffee. I was sipping it, when. I did, ramming my cock into Imogen’s pussy just as hard as I had done with Alice.Imogen came in no time and also let us know verbally that she needed it. But I hadn’t stopped fucking her and I was glad that it wasn’t that long since I’d unloaded into Alice. In and out I went, my left hand holding her wrists above her head and my right hand playing with her clit.“That’s it bro.” Alice said as her hands went to Imogen’s tits and started puling and twisting her nipples.Imogen orgasmed again and. She is wearing a fleece jacket that comes down past her ass, a fleece like skirt, it kind of looked like a kilt, with the tarten pattern, but above the knee, and knee high boots. I reach down under her skirt again, rubbing her through her panties and she is biting my bottom lip. I look her in the eyes, foreheads are together, and her arms are over my shoulders. I have a hand behind her head holding her hair, and the other one is now inside her pantyhose and panties. I tell her to open her eyes. One day Mark was drunk and he was telling me about his wife. He was comparing me to her. He was rubbing his hands on my legs and saying how they were just like her. He was completely wasted, he took out his phone and starting playing videos. The videos he had recorded his wife fucking, at first i couldnt stop but notice his long and thick 8 inch monster, but then i realized his wife had a cock. There were series of questions in my head like was she a trans, or was it a boy. Mark was drunk and.