Finally she was about to taste her own sex, and Lynn was really wet, her creamy juices were running out of her slit, she took a sip and almost cried, ...t was gorgeous, totally different to her own juices, why had she waited so long for this, she was soon covered in her juices as she lickeed and sucked on the sopping mess, tongue flicking her clit and darting in and out of her open hole, she gorged herself on it and Lynn pushed her head down making her do it, the groans getting louder as she was. They all ways have to be black as i have a thing about black pussy just love it .Thank god for viagra the guy who invented that should be knighted .As i get older i find it harder to cum but most of the girls make me after a good cocksucking .Anyway to get on with the story most nights i go to the pud near bye theres a lovely black girl working the bar her name is Rose we get on great things im just an old guy whos lonely but she dont know me .One night in there Rose looked very sad so i asked. All of a sudden, I sensed that Mick was watching me watch him, and I looked away, feeling embarrassed at being caught looking. Thankfully, nothing was said, and we completed our round and headed for dinner.We stayed up a little later after dinner on Monday night, since we had a later tee time the next day and were only scheduled to play one round on Tuesday. We also continued our beer drinking, and by the time we got to our room we were both pretty drunk. Mick went into the bathroom. She muttered and clasped her hands in prayer and the rickety door swung open. “You could have let yourself in.”“Don’t I need your skill for that, what was it called again? ... Closed Entrance.”“Yes, it is not very useful though. It locks doors but does not make the door itself any stronger than a proper lock, just difficult to break in silently.”“Why not bless the shack?”She smiled indulgently. “Not even Alta’s petty gods would bother blessing such a place. That whorehouse does get blessings.