There are a great many people to toast, but I want to start with Owen Bennett, the man who brought the cohousing idea to us and then provided the reso...rces and drive to have the project take on a life of its own. We also toast Jack over there with his dick in Clarisse’s tight little pocket from behind. He had the design genius to take all our ideas and create a plan that could come to life, and that we all now live in. Of course, there are dozens of contractors as well that did great work for. If it was the first time I'd shafted her I could understand the fuss, but I'd been shafting the old woman for the past year and a half.I don't get many opportunities to sink my cock into a willing female, because of my physical size both body and penis. I am 178cms and weigh 110kg with a cock that would make a donkey envious. So finding a woman who is willing to accommodate me is difficult, that was why old Mrs. Taylor was like an angel from heaven. Why her daughter got in such a tizz I've no. Tom lifted his glass and said a toast to new friends. He seemed comfortable with the cigars and even had a cutter but didn't have a lighter. I said I had one but I was as far from the door as I could get. Cathy and Cindy were both sharing a lounge chair. Christine said, "I have to use the ladies room. I can get it while I am up."I said, "You go ahead. Cindy will get it." Cindy got up and asked where it was."It is in the drawer in the nightstand next to my bed," I said.They both walked out. Tom. She had a few gray strands in her hair. Barely noticeable lines fanned out from the corners of her eyes and her mouth. I noted her wedding rings, the rings on her right hand, the pair of tiny stud earrings in her lobes, the color of polish on her fingernails. Like a camera, I recorded it all.“When will you be home?” she asked.“When I get back,” Aaron answered.“I need to get the carpets cleaned,” she said. “Win us something for a change.” The carpet I stood on looked absolutely spotless. “Don’t.