"Daisy sat and stared at the portrait for a long time after she left, remembering better days.Gwen came home and hugged Melissa, Hardy, and Greg hard,...without a word.Soon she was immersed in the mechanics of hosting and funding the cotillion. Some of the older members sniffed at the sacrilige of a Yankee being in charge, but when Aunt Daisy trotted out her pedigree like a prized mare, going back nine generations, saying where she was raised didn't matter, the fact that she was where she. Sean was taking me and all I could feel was ecstatic! Moving as though well experienced my son slowly began to fuck me, his cock sliding out then sliding in so slowly it was almost teasing; gasping I pushed up to meet him as he pushed down, his cock filling and stretching my pussy so delightfully. Gradually our movements became faster, his thrusts harder and more demanding, my cries were suddenly stifled by his lips and the doorbell ringing went totally unheeded as my son fucked me towards. There was sweat on her face, her long hair was falling on her side and her eyes had a hungry look. Within minutes, I heard her moaning and she arched her head back, dug her nails into my chest, tightened her whole body and started cumming. But that didn't make her stop and she continued riding me until I came inside her very wet pussy, then she lay down on me, resting her face on my shoulder and holding my head in her arms.She remained in that position for at least five minutes, then she lifted. My wife hadn't had a period since giving birth. At 54 she was hoping to ovulate at some point, but didn't know if her old and tired womb was still fertile. She reminded them all that a lioness needs to be pumped every 15-20 minutes to copulate, maybe that's what she needs. No hot flashes yet, so her womb may still be fertile. Guys then pulled out almost 2 cups of a sperm mixture they had all been saving over the past several weeks, put it in the fridge. All picked up some sandwiches the ladies.