" The terry-cloth robe was very short and Ali and Ginger stood side by side comparing legs.Ginger was the first to speak. "You know, Ali, your legs ar... really very good ... for a middle-aged woman."Ali grinned and punched her in the arm. "And yours aren't bad either ... for a little kid."They both laughed. Ginger proceeded very professionally to open up the service cart. "Where's Mr. Clifford? His breakfast is here, too," she said.Ali just grinned. "That's not his; it's yours. He's left for New. ”“So you were masturbating this morning?” Julie asked, thinking about her own morning, and feeling the crotch of her shorts getting warmer and warmer.“Yeah,” Charlotte replied with a sheepish grin, and then she added, “What a slut, right?”“So you’re a slut because you were masturbating?” Julie asked.“Well, no, but I’ve become so obsessed with sex I wasn’t even thinking about Jamie catching me, so I was doing it right in the kitchen,” Charlotte said, and then she asked, “I mean, what would you. When I pulled out my wife stuck her face in Linda's cunt and started to clean her up getting her off again. My wife on all fours eating Linda out got me hard and I took advantage and got in behind her and started to fuck her doggy style, something she never let me do. Linda quickly rolled under Leslie and started to lick her clit as I pumped. Leslie and I exploded together, my load shooting deep into Leslie. My cock quickly deflated and I pulled out, a large glob of my cum dripped from Leslie's. I smile up at him, I love that he is taller than me, just like I had imagined “Perfect” I reply. We both get in the car and start the drive to his house, where we will stay together. During the drive we are both quite quiet, I guess through shock. We glance at each other, passing smiles and grins. I take a chance and slowly slide my hand softly onto his thigh as he drives and he smiles over at me, a grin spreading across his face as he lays his hand on mine and link his fingers softly into.