She wrapped her hand around my deep veined cock and bring it near to her mouth and started to suck it and in between planted small kiss on all my cock... After some time she said in a husky lust filled voice, "Please fuck me, but don't hurt me. Your cock is so big." As I leaned toward her she guided my iron rod into her. The head of my dick touched that hot wet tunnel and I wanted to drive every inch into her on the first thrust. But the feel of her hand guiding me reminded me of her plea for. I could have stayed in this clinch forever, but Tracey gently swung us apart. We stood side by side on the 'turntable', hand in hand, like nothing so much as a naked Adam and Eve. She must have been compensating the company for a lack of full frontals during the clinch.Now began the real sex. We sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, so our masturbatory foreplay was clearly visible to all. I completely forgot the audience as my fingers clasped Tracey's mound and followed their own instinct. Let me sleep on the floor." It's all right. It's only for one night." You know it's too bad we're not a pair of lovers, like the farmer thought. That way neither of us would have to sleep on the floor." Carol smiled at me then. Not like the little girl she always was to me. More like a woman. A come on. Enticing and seductive. What if we were a pair of lovers...my thoughts exactly..."Yeah, right," I said. I laughed nervously, trying to play it down.Carol walked over to me slowly and. Reported the bartender, "let's get started I am looking forward to this fat bag" How heavy are you actually grandpa", putting the stick on my back, "150" I replied ashamed, "we did not hear Grandpa again and then louder," 150 kilos "I cried.“You can see that too, what a thick tripe and it is certainly heavier than that French from the checkered street” the bartender walked to a switchboard and the hitherto dimly lit room now turned on and put me in full light.Bram came behind me, loosened my.