Both older men, who were old enough to be my grand daddies, held both of my hands walked me into their living room, asked me to have a seat, Jim said ...��no one could ever convince me that you are a maid sweetie, you look like a queen to me, that both of us old farts could be your servants” We all laughed so loud, but they sure looked very rich to me, from their hose and other hints I had, I answered softly in a feminine soft, sexy voice “I am not a maid Sir, I am a college student, but I do this. Then moving his body fully onto mine, his kissing began to intensify.After wrapping my legs around his hips, I was overwhelmed by a heady masculine smell emanating from him. It wasn’t a dirty smell, but an intoxicatingly strong manly odour.After a lengthy oral exploration, he advised me to turn onto my stomach because his penetration would be less painful that way. After pulling my cheeks apart, he spat on my hole before sliding his knob between my cheeks. He repeated this process three more. I smiled a lot and played a lot, I was really a pretty happy kid. Oddly, Tommy was one of my best friends. We were total opposites when looked at individually. Our behavior and family life were in juxtaposition with one another. When together, however, Tommy and I were a machine for fun. He was too rash to understand dangerous consequences and I was too timid to take fun risks. When combined, we balanced out perfectly. Despite his occasionally bursts of temper in my direction, he always. Her breast already free. Her hips wiggled and the garment feel to her ankles and was kicked away. 5 feet six of naked, young, nubile flesh knifed into the water aimed directly at him. She glided under water towards him her eyes open, her face on the level of his groin. Her tress's tied back in a pony tail. Her hands gripped his hips and she planted a quick kiss on his limp knob before she surfaced. Her arms went round his neck and she pulled herself up wrapping her legs round his waist. His.