Inevitably we chatted from time to time with villagers and reached his home.He had told me that he had been widowed for over ten years and had retired...to the coast from the Zagreb area where he had taught in a large Secondary School. I told him my age on retirement when I sold my company and that I like Croatia both climactically and had been able to purchase a property reasonably priced which needed no renovation and had everything I needed.I helped him unpack his shopping and to make coffee. The posts weren't feminine white-painted things holding up a pretty lace canopy, but instead were large, rough wood columns, at least six inches across.She guided me to stand before her, with my back to the bed. She kissed me hard and deep. I moved to hold her head in my hands, but she pushed them away. She slid down my body, her hands following her lips, and in seconds her fingers were at the waist of my jeans. She didn't just open my belt, but she pulled it out of the loops with a fast, fluid. As he looked down.. he watched Bridgets tight pussy lips almost sucking his cock with each stroke. Her sweet asshole.. begging to be touched.. Paul rubbed her clit from underneath and lubed his fingers.. Then he brought his index finger up to her asshole and circled it.. “Oh daddy… what are you doing daddy?” Bridget pleaded as she moved her hand down to rub her clit.. her clit now hard and sticking out of it’s hood. “Just going to tease you more Bridget… trust me sweetie”, Paul assured her as. As I did so I looked down to make sure I was not going to kick anyone. I had not appreciated but Karen’s well turned ankle in a stylish court shoe was just alongside my foot as I stretched. I guess she saw me stretching, as she gently slipped her shoe off. A perfectly formed slim stockinged foot was now within inches of my foot.I did not want to embarrass her, but over the next few minutes I casually checked her out, and somehow the blouse had slipped slightly on her shoulder and the lacy.