Lets swap phone numbers then if I can’t meet you for 9 in the morning for another surf lesson I can let you know – plus you can share your latest ...hotos with me, please?”Tea cups set aside, they swapped numbers, curled up, kissed and cuddled and dozed. Bob came round dozily, feeling Anita’s hand stroking his swelling sausage, as it responded to his waking from slumber. “Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you Bob, it is just so nice to lie with someone so caring and gentle. If this is what a genuine. I was breathing deeply as I quickly put my arms around his neck to balance myself, "Don't worry Hana I got you." Shan reassured me again before his lips found mine. His tongue pushed passed my lips and once again began exploring my mouth, nibbling and pulling on my lips. I was losing myself in his hazel eyes which gave me passionate looks as we kissed. I didn't even realise when Shan sat back down until I felt my legs spread further apart and the heat of Shans balls pressed against my pussy. As Tom’s cock head slipped past her sphincter, she relaxed fully and allowed it full entry into the depths of her arse. Tom hadn’t missed a stroke, he was pumping her arse as quickly and with the same enthusiasm as he pumped her cunt. His hands pulling her arse back towards him as he thrust into her. “Fucking gorgeous…” Mrs. Watson cried out. “Oh! Yes…fuck my arse too…pump your cock in there and make me cum again!” she cried. Tom had every intention of doing just that. As he slammed his cock. I also found that I gravitated to older white guys with white, or greying hair, they seemed to be more vocal and apreciative of a wet sloppy blow job. When I came in that day there were four or five guys standing around talking about something or other, they looked over at me when I entered into the booth area. I made eye contact with a gentleman with snow white hair, and only the slightest of nod in recognition as I passed them and went to a booth at the end of the row. It didn;t take.