She said that I couldstick it into her ass as I did with Treasa. I could not believe this was happening at this time. She turned aroundand put her ass...in the air and said her you are. I reached up and rubbedher ass cheeks and then kissed them very slowly. I pulled her cheeksapart and liked her hole a few times. I liked her from her ass to hercrouch and back again. She moaned the whole time as I was doing this. Istopped and stuck my tong into her ass a little at first and then as faras I could. Still, it hadsomething more than your ordinary tea and before Grandma knew it, she wasfeeling fully recovered. But by the end of the party, the small fire haddied out and the cottage was getting a bit nippy. Since there was nothingleft in the woodbox, the Wolf offered to chop up a log or two.But Grandma refused, saying the Wolf was her guest. And since she wasfeeling so much better, she'd go out and take care of the chopping whilethe Wolf bundled up under her extra snugly comforter on her bed. OK, so I can’t tell a joke. Sue me. It’s just that this woman I used to know, Simone, had some qualities that sometimes make me ache when I think back… When I was in high school I had two ‘serious’ relationships. I thought I was so mature and knew it had to be true love. One of the girls was tall and skinny. She wanted to wait and stay a virgin, but loved to suck me. She was OK at it, but, though she’d let me come in her mouth, it always made her gag a little and she wouldn’t swallow. But, hey,. It was fantastic.On Tuesday morning, Gwendolyn ( the bbw lady at the interview panel who had discreetly parted her legs giving me great view of her extremely hairy fanny through her (sans panties) open girdle holding up sheer nylon stockings stretched over her luscious fleshy thighs) asked me to fix her blocked kitchen sink.Now Gwen – as she preferred to be called – was a voluptuous lady about a size 20, still curvy with big tits and, as I had already found out, was a girdle lover. For a.