Ilsa and Ingrid met side by side at the mirrors after squatting to empty their bladders. Ilsa was a 60 year old with light gray hair in a bun. She was...rather plump. Fat, actually. She had big tits, a big ass and thick thighs. She was rather short, but had good posture. Ingrid was just the opposite, 18 year old with long, silky blonde hair worn loose. She is thin, but not anorexic. She had perky tits, a well-rounded butt and shapely thighs. She was tall and willowy.Fritz was 65 year old with. Anschließend wusch er mit warmen Wasser nach und betrachtete kurz das Ergebnis. ´Eine schöne Muschidachte er,´die würde ich auch gerne mal durchficken.Dafür blieb ihm leider keine Zeit. Er hatte noch viel zu tun. Nachdem er sich einen Stuhl zwischen ihre Beine gestellt hatte, holte er sich sein Tätowierwerkzeug und machte sich an die Arbeit. Sabrina schaute entsetzt und zuckte zusammen als er mit der Nadel begann. Sie versuchte zu schreien, aber mit dem Knebel war es unmöglich. Sie hatte immer. She leaped on my still rock hard rod and started bucking wildly. My hands found her hips, helping me get longer strokes. She leaned over and stuck her cute little pink nipple in my mouth adding to the pleasure she was receiving. With every down thrust she made it was honking my horn. Not wanting someone to hear I maneuvered us around still with my cock all the way in her so we were in the doggy style position. I gripped her hips again and pounded into her making her scream in pleasure. I licked. A loud howl that I recognized as belonging to Wolfy answered me from the second floor, where undoubtedly he lay at the foot of Mom's bed, and Beethoven barked once from somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen or mud-room. I stretched madly and giggled in my happiness. Alone. Just me and the dogs. Time for fun.Rather than have fun, I very sensibly walked out to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and poured a glass of milk, which I consumed at the kitchen table. While I ate I watched an.