”Colette was a fox and not one I had ever imagined would have an interest in me, a guy who was at least ten years older. At the same time, I began t... piece together little hints. It was Colette who had cut through my disgust at lattes and brought me a straight espresso when I complained of not liking milk. “It’s a latte without the milk,” she’d said. After I’d fallen and cracked a rib on the stairs the previous fall, she’d kindly offered to let me lean on her as a group of us were walking. Stallion felt the bed dance around the room. ‘Your going to break the fucking bed.’ Tilly just laughed. This was heaven. Everyone heard it on the second floor when they cum. Two guys came to the door to ask if anyone was hurt. A few minutes later, Stallion felt her mouth on his cock. When hard, she straddled him, as she had done so many times before with Peanut. This was not a one hundred and fifteen pound sweetie who was gingerly letting Stallion put the end of his cock in her. No, it was. “I think I’m going to have to put your hands behindyour back” she said with firmness in her voice as Ireached with both hands for her breast. “Okay, I surrender,” I chuckled expecting her to kissme or let me loose on her beautiful tits. She undidthe cuff and pushed my hands behind my back and Iheard he click, click, click as she fastened it. Herhands went to my belt and began to unbuckle it, thebutton popped soon after and then she used her lovelyred fingernails to. I stripped to my boxers, threw a light sheet over myself and settled down.I was awakened in the night by some odd groaning and huffing sounds. I lay listening for a bit, then decided to investigate.Quietly I moved toward the sound, and saw Kaye in her vest top a knickers, peeping through the slit of an open door. I moved slowly up behind her, my body almost but not quite touching hers, and looked to.Her parents, both in their fifties, were naked on the bed. The mum, lithe figure, small breasts.