I put my robe and slippers on, and went down the creaky old stairs, doing my best to minimize the noise. I went to the liquor cabinet. Samantha was an...amateur corn distiller, and made this rotgut corn whisky moonshine that tasted just like Fritos, actually. It was strong stuff, though.I poured myself a very generous tumbler of it, and sat down on one of the armchairs near the fire place. I got up again, still restless, and lit a fire. Then I sat down again, sipping the whiskey. I wish I could. And watching her bounce up and down the way she did as her horse trotted along wasn't helping keep his hormones in check either, and also served to keep her body in the forefront of his mind. It was hard to argue with against giving her a chance like his Dad asked when she looked like that.While she bounced up and down like that he remembered how firm and solid her rounded butt felt earlier. He really liked it and while they were kissing he squeezed it quite a few times. It was the perfect. . of coruse i did but i never taught it still have that efact even now with my age would you stop you look great you always do yea but im 33 now and 34 in a few weeks i think thats the first time i told you my real age but with the twiching in you jeans you seam to like that dont you paul yes kim i do whell i cant drink that drink if you just stand there holding it come sit beside me yes kim is all i can get out im right back been 15 again this brings back some good memeroys for me paul me to. I felt her gloved finger slip around my arsehole lubricated with vaseline. Gently she inserted it into me moving it around slowly. Then another finger was inserted and a gentle fucking movement was made. Somehow my arse seemed very relaxed and the feeling was quite nice. "Now, we will try something bigger" she said. All I felt was her gently pushing against my hole with something. Each time it seemed to be getting bigger, stretching me. "Take a deep breath now" she calmly uttered. Then there.