The mature Sherrie was not a classically beautiful woman--not a runway model too thin and aristocratic. But she was very, very attractive and always h...d been. Her lively green eyes were set wide apart on either side of a well-shaped nose that had small, pale freckles scattered across it. Her lips were full, but without that strange, swollen look some women affect these days. Her high cheekbones gave her a faintly Slavic appearance, a gift from one of her maternal great-grandfathers, and she had. I spread her legs and what a wonderful sight. Her bush was already filled with pussy juices, and I could actually smell her arousal. I parted her hair and started licking on her clit. She was moaning. Her hips were moving up and down. I started licking deep in her pussy lapping up her juices. She was producing more than I could drink. Shirley:Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. I kept going higher and higher in pleasure until I couldn't take it anymore. I yelled, "fuck me now, for. I started rubbing my face in her thighs and started kissing in her hips profusely. I was drooling by kissing her lower part particularly her hips. She went on groaning. Then we went on the bed and sat. I asked her to sit on my lap. She got on my lap. She put her left arm around my neck and I was shivering in lust. Then I put my right hand on her bubbly right breast through her right armpit. I started pressing the right boob slowly. We were dying in pleasure, then after some time I put my mouth. "No, you've done enough of the work -- now it's my turn for a while." She lay there gazing trustingly up at him as he steped back and quickly shed his shirt and trousers and stood there for a moment like a warm marble statue that she gazed on, her eyes focussing on his long, hard and thick cock.She lay there on the smooth leather of the couch, as he knelt beside her. Again, he leaned forward, kissing her deeply and lovingly, their tongues slipping over and over each other as his gentle hand.