But one of them had been established last night."Willie, how many glasses of wine did you have last night?" I don't know," she replied dully. "I lost ...ount. Three, at least." No, Willie. You're wrong. You only had one. Listen to me now, while I refresh your memory. You can remember clearly seeing me pour it, just after I pulled the cork from the bottle. You can see it in your mind. You take a drink, just a small one, and you cough because you aren't used to it. Then you sip again. Just a small. I could not resist putting my hand up her skirt fondled the fat wrinkles and working up to surprisingly hairy pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers, seeking her clit, stroking to the tune of her moaning. She reached down and grabbed my hard on. ‘Shit Don, I haven’t been fingered like this in such a long time. And it felt even better because I just love sex with a full bladder. Did you feel me squirting?’ ‘That’s of the reasons I love really old gals like you Edna. They can squirt like fuck. I took her hand and turned her to face me I pulled her close into me and her curves fit perfect she was rather largely endowed and I took notice to her nipples poking from underneath her shirt. My hand wrapped around her waist pulled her even closer so she could feel my hard cock though my shorts rub against her we kissed deep and passionate our tongues exploring each other my hands gripping her tight and trying to pull her closer and eventually I slid both hands down and cupped each cheek of. So you are going to **** your Mother if I have to force you, got it. But first you are going to give her some loving and lick that pussy till I tell you to stop. I dropped him to his knees and took his shaved head in my hand and pushed his face right between her pussy lips. He did not miss a breath and had his tongh up her crack till as she bucked like a rodeo horse. He kept his face planted inside her like an old pro. Soon she turned from a bucking bronc to a purring kitten. Hr breath went.