The sign indicated the footpath leading to ‘Huish Coppice’. Abby turned on to the path, which, ran alongside a small field for a hundred yards or ...o before turning abruptly left. The turn indicated by a simple wooden sign with a foot seemingly branded into the pointed arm. The path was now gloomy as it was bordered by hedgerow either side. A tractor had used the path at some time carving deep ruts that were filled with dank, slimy water. She had to take extreme care finding the driest footing.. And Tom wants to fuck me. Despite how we feel. It's clear as mud our children think differently and want to share their bodies with us."I was sliding my dripping wet pussy back and forth on Jack's still hard cock. I knew he was ultra turned on as his cock hadn't deflated since he came in me."I'm going to be completely honest with you, darling. You know I love you more than anything else. But love me or hate me for what I'm about to say. But I want Tom's thick long cock buried to his balls. She wasn't ugly but neither was she pretty.Janet glanced down at her body; she was wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and her panties. She saw herself as slender but not too thin. Her breasts were OK, but she would have preferred them to be a little larger. Janet's hips were wide, and she thought that in twenty years she would have hips just like her mother. She seldom dated, a ritual going back to her high school days. It wasn't that Janet didn't like boys, she did, but they just seemed to. As I got older and my women even older, I found that whilst a small minority of them were still quite randy they seemed to prefer what I called erotic cuddling – kissing, very heavy petting and fingering.However, trawling the usual places bingo, lunch clubs etc was drawing a blank. Things looked up when I saw article in the local paper for what they called neighbourhood friends. It was for elderly people who were lonely and very rarely left their home. I phoned and met the organiser who was a.