V.“Yes, it’s Minacou,” she says into her cell phone. She’s sitting on a bench a few yards away from the wharves letting the sun finish drying ...er after her impromptu dip. “Jason, I can’t thank you enough for calling me, she told me she was nearly ready to give up.”“My God,” comes his voice softly. “How is she?”“Hell, how are we all?” she asks rhetorically. “A lot older, a good deal creakier, a few scars here and there from the wear of time, but all in all she’s pretty good. When she heard me. She ordered a very strong cinnamon espresso to sip while in anticipation of what might yet to be. Ayden took his seat and watched her sip and write. He perused her attire from top to bottom as he wondered just how much clothing she was really wearing. The floral print on her shirt was entrancing to his eyes but so too were the little erect pin-points in her bosom. He watched her (drooling in his mind) as she gathered her writing paraphernalia and put everything in her bag. And then she. While still loud it was quiet compared to the moans and screams she had let go before and he doubted the sounds escaped the closed door. With one final thrust Rob buried himself deep in her body, convulsing and quivering himself he once more shot his load of juicy, creamy boy cum into her.Rolling off of her he lay there gasping for breath also as Jan snuggled closer. Before they could even find the energy to get up to clean themselves they both dropped off to sleep once more. That morning it. Bill moistened his middle finger on her juices and slowly slipped it between her love folds. He felt Mae tremble and knew that was going in the right direction. With his thumb he rubbed her clit as wiggled his middle finger in her cunt.Mae’s ass started bouncing on the table. “Oh Sugar, that’s so good. I want you to fuck me, please. She gently disconnected him from her tits and pussy before climbing on the table and turning around. She was on her hands and knees, her feet.