During this time I noticed why she picked this guy. He was nearly 20 years her senior ( she is 27) and was very redneck. He had a blond mustache and a...large beer gut. He wore a camoflage pants and jacket with a t-shirt. We got to talking and I asked him if he was clean and he seemed genuine. My wife was tickled as he started to kiss her. First it was her neck then her breasts. Her robe was already off at this point and I saw her reaching to unbuckle his pants.He disrobed and she immediately. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign. Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.He'd found that girls who had been athletically. As the meal ended, I made a short speech and toast to my parents, and then a short list of family and friends gave accolades and anecdotes about the influence that they had had upon their lives. Susan was the last to speak, and simply said that my mother had been both big sister and surrogate mother, and whilst she felt that she hadn’t always been the person my mother would have liked her to be, she had gained many of her life values from her, and that she wouldn’t be the person she was today. The practiced sway that was reduced by the cowboy boots could only have come from much practice in wearing in wearing much higher heels! Under the baseball cap that hid the thinned, trimmed and sculpted eyebrows, past the light brown hair that curled slightly at the shoulders and framed the fine smooth hairless features of Tim’s face there was more that even a careful observer of human nature would have missed without closer inspection. He was just as smooth from his sculpted eyebrows to his.