I sighed as his big hairy cock sprang into view. It stood proudly erected and bounced and throbbed, waiting for my attention. I planted soft, loving k...sses on the tip and thick, veiny shaft before gripping it at the base and stroking it. Holding it to the side, I moved in to give his wonderful, big hairy balls some attention. I pressed my face into them and was struck by his manly, masculine scent. I licked and lapped at each ball has they were held tightly in his sack. I was looking forward to. One was white nylon also but rather large for sure. The other was cotton but one of those thong type, really narrow all over, kind of like one thin piece around the waist part and another almost as thin piece down through the legs. When I pulled them on my er... stuff... kind of fell out both sides, not suitable for wearing and then the clincher, not good for sleeping in! It was yellow nylon, bikini nylon or large nylon and the best for sleeping and having nice dreams was the latter. The shorts. “Yes…fuck it in me…”, she replied. My knob was now at the entrance of her cunt.“Are you sure?”, I asked again.“Please…please…”, she pleaded with me to fuck my cock into her.I just pushed it in, just a little way. She was wet as fuck.“Ooooo….fuck yeah…”, she sighed and groaned.I fucked her slowly, making it last as long as I could. She savoured my cock penetrating her, but unbeknown to her I was just teasing the entrance of her pussy with my cock. She looked at Lesley…“Oh fuck this is lovely,. ClaireDiane McMasters took off her scarf and coat and hung them up in thestockroom of her new scrapbooking store, Memories Revisited. It was acrisp, bright early November day. Diane loved the holidays; she wasalready looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas: the decorations,the gifts, the time with family, and most important of all, theopportunity to give thanks.Just a few weeks earlier, Diane had purchased the failing store locatedin the Twin Pines Mall. She was 51 years old and had never.