It's half way in, she's working it in deeper. She slides up and down, her pussy lips stretching and wrapped tight around the thickness of my shaft. Sh... bounces up and down taking in more inches with every bounce. I can feel her cream oozing down my shaft and down my balls, she bounces a little faster, I'm pushing up under her every time she rest down on my cock, she's screaming for me to give her all of it. I placed my hands under her ass, and stand up with my cock still inside her creamed. We all kept our underwear on as we joked about being in the locker room and began to eye each other more closely as the clothing became less and less.“Nice body,” said Frank.“Thank you very much,” I replied.“I don’t think there is one single person here who I don’t find very attractive,” I added.“That includes me?” asked John.“Why yes of course, why would you ask?” I responded.“Well as a couple in our early sixties we have had hit and miss experiences with younger people. We’re both very sexual. She nodded her head heavily, I didn’t accept that, was getting ready for a perfect throw. All of a sudden, she came, closed her kitchen windows and went back to her work. I felt like getting a slap on face and felt very sad too. That day went like this.Next day morning too, the windows remained closed, but I could see her inside the kitchen through the window glass. Evening too the windows were closed. They were opened on the third day morning. I smiled at her and gave a Hello, she just smiled. ” And with that he began milking my wife’s entire, swollen breast. He squeezed gently from the base of the breast, and more firmly in the center until he had run his hands out to her nipples, where he pinched tightly and tugged them out about two inches. I was afraid to touch my **** through my pants because I thought I might ***! Greta didn’t say anything, and she didn’t move or squirm, but I could tell her breathing was getting heavier and her eyes just stayed closed. Whether she would ever.