The fishermen bragged about their catches to the hunters. The hunters told tales of their hunts.Occasionally I had venison on the menu; the hunters na...urally assumed that earlier hunters supplied the meat. I never actually admitted that my butcher bought the venison farm raised. The hunters just thought it was locally killed in the woods around here. They never could figure out why "my" venison, served for meals, tasted better than the animals they harvested once they were back home. A lot of. Next i seen her underware all kinds of from lace full cover and two thongs that where more like a g string.She is 58 years old dam hot i thought she had alot short nightgowns see through ones i knew i had to stop up some night late.I tried stopping by alot of times i would walk in and she said hang on and she would come out in a robe with the see through under it i dam near gave up because she was very sexuall women always talking dirty and about her boobs when she drinks it gets worse.It gets. I used 2nd finger after few strokes she cum in loads I enjoyed it, then I made mom lick my dick what a feeling it was, felt like heaven. She was a master at it in no time I filled her mouth with hot sperms, and laid there seeking moms soaked pussy my tool was back in shape. I made mom to lay in missionary position I kept my 9 inch tool at her entrance then inserted half of it she was moaning in pain and told your dad had a small one I paused and gave a hard stroke my whole cock was in and a. Dan walked up behind his two loves caressing them around the waist and kissing their cheek.“How was Jake’s appointment?” Brad asked.“Why don’t you go and ask him? He’s resting in your room,” Wendy suggested.My room? Why doesn’t he make his own bed sheets wet and sticky instead of mine!” he joked going downstairs.Brad cautiously opened his bedroom door, noticing Jake sprawled out on his bed with diffused light entering the room through the basement window. “Are you awake, Jake?”“I am.