Creating surrealistic images from ever day objects was a passion of mine I had always had, and my inspiration usually came post orgasm. Primarily bec...use that was when my mind was the clearest.Without my husband home, I had no choice but to induce some self pleasure. So here I sat on the couch surfing the net for the spark to ignite my creative blaze. I had to admit though, as I was skimming the videos it was becoming longer and longer for me to get a rise. Usually by page 2 of the creampie. With one finger drew back her panties and my hand clapped over her hairy pussy. I found her wet cave in which two fingers penetrated.We arrived to a nice pavilion where she parked:This is where I live with my husband. He is at work and we have time to do what we want. Come inside. She led me to his room, and by defeating the buttons of her skirt.In a few seconds she was naked before me. What a woman! huge tits and so sweet, perfect shapely hips, a mare's ass, which called for sodomy. And the. It would be much cozier and more conducive to friendly conversation. As we made our way to the table, the ladies went ahead of us, following the maitre d'. I smiled as I saw them together. Greg's wife Megan was one of the few women who seemed tiny next to Stacie. It wasn't that she was so much shorter. In fact, I doubted if she were even an inch shorter. Megan just seemed small in every dimension. Where Stacie was voluptuous, "delicate" was perhaps the best way to describe Megan. Both women. Embarrassed i laughed, "No im sorry gran it must have happened when i fell asleep", " i'll cover it with some bubbles" now as per usual gran had her american tan gauzy hold ups on and she sat opposite me on the toilet to chat, the first thing i noticed she was sat cross legged which left my eyes searching for a stocking top, at that moment i couldn't see anything but the thought made my cock throb in excitement which is the opposite of what i wanted at this very moment.She said "Your growing up.