My pussy's a puddle. Thanks for asking. You sound like a nice guy." I am. Pervy but nice." How old are you, again? I know I've asked you this before, ...ut I can't remember, now. Maybe it's too late, or I've drunk too much, or frigged my cunt a few too many times that I can't think straight. My head's swimming with ideas, and I can't pin any of it down." I've told you before. I'm old." I know. I can hear it in your voice. Hmmmm. I know you're not gay. You're married?" Yes." So how old are you?. The journey was a blank....she wondered how she'd got home....then she thought...Rob....she was supposed to go to Robs. She looked at her phone... but it was dead. Battery!!! A thought of Sylvia appeared..."better hunt in pairs...." She had said....??? ....McPeevies cock, was her next thought....thicker than her wrist...pulling his cock onto her face...grabbing his huge arse and pulling it onto her face...the phone...the woman's voice...."suck that cock" "no kissing". "fuck you for a. Hubby worked at some fancy corporation - Wall Street wizardry; fiscal chicanery; some white-collar, blue-chip crime shit like that. All dollar bills, no sexual thrills.Hubby gave Elaine free reign: cash; clothes; cock.Hubby was a dick.They’d met in a midtown coffee shop. Free WiFi, twelve dollar shakes. Patrons thinking Marcus wore this season's shabby-chic.“This guy?” David asked, not impressed. “You gotta be shitting me, Elaine!”“Martha recommended him,” Elaine said, eying Marcus lengthways,. As he was tied down Richard had no choice but to lick and suck each one as it was offered. After her tits had had enough attention Beth got off the bed and stood next to her husband.'I think its about time that these came down don't you?' she said as she slowly and seductively peeled her slut pants down only inches away from his face. Slowly revealing her freshly shaved smooth moist pussy. 'Do you like it' she said as she pressed the wet slut pants to his nose forcing him to breathe in and.