Sherry would always tell me how difficult things were considering her family's health issues and I'd just listen to her and let her vent. I am younger...than Sherry and Tania. They are both more than 15 years older than me: mature women while I'm only in my late 30's. Sherry and I started getting closer and more intimate and I developed desires for her. She was definitely a MILF. Matured woman with a full body. Brunette. Sexy legs, a juicy thick ass and breasts. I think she was most attracted to. It was only after a few miles when Karen asked me the question.“Greg, we all heard the explosion. What happened out there?”For a moment I kept on thinking how should I answer to her and decided against lying. Well, at least against unnecessary lying.“A group of terrorists tried to plant some explosives at the bottom of the ravine under the bridge, so that they could detonate it during the opening ceremony. I guess they made a mistake while handling those explosives before they were able to. He sighs quietly, still asleep, and shifts so that the blanket covering hislower half moves down, exposing his sleeping cock. An idea comes tome, and I scramble down a bit further, and breath a warm breath of airon his limp cock. I can feel the wetness gathering between my legs atthe thought of putting my mouth on his manhood and lathing it withmy tongue. I take the tip of my tongue and slowly trail it down hisshaft from his head to his base. His pubic hair tickles my face, and. He put his mouth to much better use then. He started kissing his way down my highly sensitized body and I just lay back, closed my eyes and let him work his magic. As he kissed and licked at my body I thought back. Not to this day’s events but instead to our weekend get away. I pictured myself walking around town in those revealing outfits and going to the beach in that very revealing swimming suit, the Wicked Weasel. I thought about Todd applying suntan lotion to my exposed flesh and I started.