The Westport B&B was across the Pacific Coast Highway from the beach, the northernmost California B&B possible, since the road turned and went inland ...ust a mile farther north. There was an old farmhouse across a creek from the carriage house, and enough trees around the creek that the carriage house was totally private all round. That, plus the atmosphere of the old wood building, plus the fact that it was difficult in the extreme to get to, was why everyone had chosen it in the first place. . Her mouth was wonderful and her tongue was out of this world as it swirled around and around my dick making me light headed. I hadn't jacked off to Internet porn for almost a week and I knew that I had a nice load built up. I felt Carla's fingers at my tight nuts, massaging them, urging them to release their contents. She moaned, "C'mon Tim, cum in my mouth. C'mon honey do it, do it for me." As she bobbed her head faster and faster her nimble fingers massaged my nuts to a boil. I was helpless. It was huge; almost the size of a small aircraft hangar. With her hand on the knob of the door, she hesitated.“You sure?”“I’m sure,” replied Matt.Desdemona turned the knob and they entered the room. Matt estimated that in the middle of the room was a thirty foot long bed which must have been about twenty foot wide. The roof was way above his head. Certainly not something his six foot stature was used to.“Big bed,” he commented.“Yes, it needs to be,” she replied. A hint of despair, even regret,. Big soft tits and sparse blond muff. By the time we got naked I could smell her aroused pussy so I gave it a taste. She bit her finger to keep quiet as soon as I licked her clit. Her husband rarely gave her that kind of pleasure any more. After I made her shiver I flipped over and enjoyed her big fun bags as she rode my rod. It was fun to just lie there and let her use me as she took various pleasures. Her pussy was tighter than my wife’s and had a different texture too. My cockhead kept.