The more I watched and heard them fuck harder and louder, the faster I moved my right hand up and down on my cock. I felt my breathing increase, my bo...y was boiling hot, on the verge of climax. I cried out loudly as my body spasmed as I ejaculated over my hand. I breathed heavily. Ten minutes later, I switched the TV off and had buttoned up my jean pants. I walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge to see what there was to eat. There was nothing except for a delicious chocolate cream. He laps it up like an old hound dog. Sarah is on the bed feeling disgusted. She can't help thinking about the wonderful feeling she just experienced and how she wanted more. She looks down and notices the old man removing his pants. She covers her eyes like a c***d and whimpers. "What the fuck are you doing bitch!" I just made you cum like crazy,it's my turn now." What the fuck was he talking about,his turn to cum? The old man's pants underwear hit the floor and out springs his rock hard 9inch. He held her tightly in his hands as he pulled her rhythmically back to him while his tongue worked on her clit. He both tickled it directly with the tip of his tongue, and massaged the entire area, lapping her with his tongue flat and wide. Varying this both for his own enjoyment and to bring her up gradually, allowing her excitement to rise and fall, he eventually had her moaning loudly while she physically encouraging him to focus on her clit. Finally, with her ass pressed up against his face. He walked to the rock, laying her down gently. It was smooth granite, worn to glass by the rain and elements. It felt warm to the touch, slightly higher than body temperature. He rolled her over onto her front, then lay down on top, placing his legs outside of hers, pinning her down. She began to stir, squirming under him. He put his hands on top of hers, being careful not to crush her with his body weight. He started grinding his dick between her mounds, before pulling back and slipping the.