’She dropped the oven dish she’d taken from the cupboard. When a cast iron dish hits a ceramic tiled floor neither one comes off particularly well...‘Isobel. you really must be more careful. The dish is easily replaced but who knows if we can even get another of those tiles.’‘Screw the tiles, you stand there in motorcycle leathers tell me you’ve retired. What is this some sort of midlife crisis? When were you going to talk to me about this?’‘Well, I wasn’t really, I didn’t think it was your. The thickness, so hard.Getting harder, everything was out the window. You had to.... You needed to taste itYou bend over slightly to come face to face with it. Never in your whole life have you seen one like that before..... In real lifeLet alone have one in your hands. You quickly make his bulging cock head disappear between your wanting and quivering lipsSucking. Nibbling. Then forcing it down your throat. Engulfing every inch. Wanting his whole cock in your mouth and wanting to feel his warm. I’m a dweeb.” “A… what?” A smile tipped the corner of his mouth as he tried to control his amusement. “I’m afraid I doona quite have the knack of American colloquiums just yet.” Sighing, Serena decided that she was a first class loser, “A dweeb, is a person who is a complete dork that can‘t seem to keep a hold of her brain for more than a minute at a time. I,” she pointed at herself, “am the dweeb, and you,” she pointed at him, “are the reason I lost my brain.” “Am I now?” He spoke slowly.. She sees lust in my face as I fuck her like a run away train, my balls slapping her clit with each thrust. He grab her hips as a loud slapping attack starts on her pussy. At first she is just trying to hold on and not get hurt, but as I keep slamming into her, she found that she is bucking back towards my cock with each thrust. Her pussy is on fire and her legs feel wobbly with all of my weight slamming down into her pussy over and over. She is shocked at how fast and hard a older man like me.