“You’re just a dirty old man.”“Guilty as charged, though I like the idea because it means I get to see you again.” I said, looking into her ...onderful eyes.We joked around a bit about her coming to my house, Lyn insisting that my photos, or etchings as she called them, had to be upstairs, because the saying was always ‘come up to see my etchings’. I knew it was said mainly in jest, though I had to admit, I really hoped that there was some chance of it actually happening. I did feel good about. Instead, he helped her reverse her position so she was still straddling him, but facing away from him. This time she came face to face with herself in the wardrobe mirror at the foot of the bed. She put her hands flat on Dan’s broad chest, which allowed her to lean back slightly. She was still recovering from her first orgasm as Dan began to pound into her from beneath. If she thought her bouncing breasts had been a sight before, she was in for a shock. This time her massive globes bounced. She continued to take in more and more of his cock on every downward motion. All of a sudden she managed to throat his entire member and held it there for a second while my brother grabbed the top of her head and said, "Awww, fuck. Awww shit!" She was going really fast now and my brother pushed down on her head to help direct his throbbing cock to the back of her throat. He yelled, "Oh fuck. You'd better stop! Please, stop!" She ignored him and only went faster making his cock disappear and. “Oh, Tom that feels so good!” she softly crooned. I moved very slowly, both to mask our actions if possible, but also to prolong the pleasure. My task was made easier by the moisture secreted by her body. “Wait, just a second!” she exclaimed, so I stopped moving. I waited for her to release her grip on me, but instead she once again took hold of my swollen member and by making small adjustments to her position, she fed it into her warm womanhood. “Oh, my! Push it in further Tom!”As we lay in.