I was talking about her flashing her tits and meeting some man and fucking him wildly. Joan responded by grunting and talking dirty. Look at my tits, ...ook at my cunt, Ohhhh look at meee. We came explosively. We hugged each other, smiled and drifted off to sleep. Friday I worked all day and Joan continued scouting her next fuck. At dinner that night I asked how the scouting was going. Joan blushed and smiled and said I found this club whose theme is Mardi Gras year round. Women flash there tits. . she looked at me and said this is what you been wanting to see right i stuttered a little and said yes then she said you need to ask james to fuc* me so i asked him if he would fuc* her for me he said you can do better than that so i said please will you fuc* her my cock is just to small to please her and she deserves more.he and jill laughed and he said ok he stood up and took his jeans off and his fully erect cock sprang up he was at least twice maybe three times as long as me and way. Her ass cheeks were covered in red handprints as she fidgeted.- No no, I don't want more. I'm sorry.MatrimKnotai: places his left hand on her lower back again as his right leg moves to cover both of hers. He brings his right hand to her pussy lips and slowly rubs them. "Good little slut, a little more training and you might even be worth serving me."Ataya5: -Parting her lips as she gasped, she could feel her cheeks burning bright pink as he slowly rubbed her pussy. Fidgeting still, she wriggled. Mrs. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost every day black nylon stockings and elegant shoes usually with high heels, you could hear them on the floor with every step - very different from the women of her age I knew from my sleepy.