She said I saw your lips moving, where you counting his strokes? my face turned red..yes I said. How many so far she asked. twenty seven hundred and s...venty seven. I answered. She said well thats all my back can stand, she sat down on the couch right at the edge, she laid back and threw her legs apart up in the air. Now come in my pussy NOW she ordered the man. He got on his knees and slid his cock in and on the first stroke her feet locked behind his back. They had been fucking for almost a. She whimpered at the sound again as her whipped her mercilessly, until she was red raw and sobbing through the gag.Suddenly she felt something hard pressing against her wet lips, pushing them apart, seeking her tight hole.As dripping as she was, he had no trouble sliding the handle of the hunting knife inside her, the noises she was making as he did so turning him on.She began to moan as he fucked her with the knife, her hips moving to try to take it all.Seeing how wet she was for him, he could. Slowly, she left the robe slide down over her shoulders and drop to the floor. Matt reached for her. ‘Please!’ he moaned. Mary stepped back a step, then slid one of the straps of her negligee off a shapely shoulder. Then the other one. Slowly, clinging to her curves as if it hated to leave them, the filmy garment slid down her body. Matt was almost insane with need. He would have liked to have jumped off the bed, grab her, and ravish her, but he couldn’t move. He’d always thought she was. It was always a turn on to feel the sunshine and ocean breeze on my nipples and they responded by becoming very erect. I strode around our area, loving the feel of my ass being exposed wearing only my thong. While my husband and I are both 57, I have worked hard to keep in shape. I exercise frequently and have been rewarded with a body that has kept it's curves. I have medium sized, still reasonably perky breasts, smooth hips, and a round ass, results of my visits to the gym. Both my husband.