He is so sexy. “Thank you.” He says as he runs his hands down my back to my butt and upper thigh. I take his hand and lead him into my bedroom whe...e he takes his shirt off and…oh my. Rehab did his body good. I run my hands up and muscular arms. “Very nice ZA.” “Wait till you see what else I have.” “Well damn.” Down come his pants and he’s wearing boxer briefs with a nice package waiting on me. I lick my lips and, while looking in his eyes, I grab his dick. He starts kissing my neck, which is my. "Your on." Bill laughed.The reason that I was so confident was that I was quite a card sharp in my youth and I hadn't lost my touch, there was no way my sons could beat me in a fair or a foul game, especially when I won the deal. Looking forward to three weeks of putting my feet up while the boys did all the work I dealt the cards, no way did I intend losing so I was dealing all the good cards I could find to myself. When I picked up my cards it was all I could not to yelp with pleasure, I had. He pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy and turned Emma around forcing her to bend over the sofa. Wearing nothing but her stockings her bare bottom was exposed and bent over waiting for what was coming next. Gary re-inserted his fingers into Emma’s wet pussy he pushed her legs further apart exposing the tight little arse. He lent forward softly kissing her cheeks, then sliding his tongue into her arse making Emma writhe with pleasure. He could feel she was close to orgasm as she was pushing. Back in the room... Monique was moaning and emptying her bowels, every time I took the enema hose out of her arsehole. With the slippery mixture of the oil, soap and her juices, I was simply attached to her arse non stop. I had my I-pod speakers on, and we continued our sexual dance under the warm stream of water. By the time we came to our senses it was almost 1.00 am. Monique looked spent, but she just changed her clothes, asked me to get dressed... This time, her choice of clothing was.