His pants are around his ankles and he slides off his shoes and steps out of his trousers and underpants. His fingers feel for your pussy and roughly ...***** you, but you are too hot and wet and throbbing to care. In the meantime, I stand up and reach for your sarong, finding the tie and releasing it from your body so that you are entirely naked except for your heels. You squat down in front of him, and with a hand on his cock he guides it into your mouth. You take it to the back of your throat,. Judy was wearing her rather skimpy, yellow bikini. You know that she's a pretty woman, especially for being in her fifties, and she looks fantastic in that bikini. Her breasts aren't that large but they are still firm, with only a little sag, and her ass is firm.”While Eric paused again to take another sip of his soda, I thought about how similar our wives look. They are about five feet and six tall and weigh probably one hundred and thirty pounds. Both have light brown hair and green eyes, and. You know, the one that makes me tingle, and tell me you have a few ideas. You kiss me deeply as your hands roam my naked body. I help you out of your clothes and you press your now naked body to mine. Grabbing on to my buns to pull me to you for a kiss. You hold on to me tightly trying to decide where to go next. The possibilities are endless, but you don’t care as long as we are together. I ask you to let me go, I’ll take charge for now. You smirk at me but comply with my request curious as to. Mind you, I’m not very good on saints’ days. I only remember St George’s Day because it’s also Shakespeare’s birthday.’ Zara laughed. ‘And I only remember Shakespeare’s birthday because it’s also St George’s Day. Anyway … I’d better be going. One of the pitfalls of living with my parents. My mother worries if I’m not home before the milkman.’ As Zara got dressed, I asked her if she had a boyfriend. ‘Umm … no. Not really.’ ‘Not really?’ ‘There are chaps, of course,’ she said. ‘But not one in.