One by one, he pushed the stones deep inside my pussy with his fingers….five, six, eight of them at least. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, making ...ore of my girl juice come out. Then he picked up a handful of sand from the path, held it under my pussy, and started packing it into my pussy with his other hand. I was feeling itchy right away, but the sensation of having my pussy packed with sand was overwhelming. He repeated this until he had five handfuls of sand packed tightly in my pussy.. "Cute panties," she said playfully.I froze with my hand on the door latch though my brain whirled. I could feel the heat of humiliation coursing through me as I realized that my jeans had ridden down past the lowest edge of my shirttail, leaving a gap that clearly exposed the feminine print of my girly panties. My head turned toward her and our eyes met. "Go on in and pull your pants down," she commanded. I'll join you in a minute." Her eyes did not leave room for argument and in a haze I. I was coming into her mouth as she moaned herself. Her other hand was in her pussy and she was coming herself. She had swallowed every drop in me. I could see her pussy hand was glistening and she offered it up to me as I licked a little at first and tasted that exquisite caviar taste of pussy juice, then she climbed onto the sofa so she could offer her pussy to me – I could see it bare and dripping. Without waiting she pushed it onto my face and I started to like the salty juices in. Drinking. Since she didn’t brush teeth she wouldn’t kiss me but bent forward and pushed her coconut sized tit in my mouth. As I grabbed with both hands and started sucking, she fondly ran her hand on my biceps, chest and stomach. Now she slowed down and was enjoying the sucking . Few years back she could never get enough of it. She would ask me lick her nipples, chew on them and would alternately switch tits until her mania and panic with household work took its toll.She was still agile like a cat,.