"No! I won't say anything, not unless you start telling people that I spied on you. If you do that, I'll have to tell my side of it."She didn't say an...thing after that, so I kept on walking, trying to put as much distance as I could between me and them. I had pretty much calmed myself down by the time I got back home and made myself something to eat.Over the next week, nothing happened. I didn't hear anything from Lydia or her cousin, and Darryl never mentioned anything about Lydia or anything. She's dinged my car by being careless and she didn't even seem too bothered. Right, she knows the penalty. I tell you all one of the stories I'm not allowed to tell anybody. That'll bring her back into line.Hmmmm? which one? Donna and I had been dogging on and off for a few years. She was about 20 and loved older guys. They really tried harder to please such a hot, young slut and she was always satisfied after they'd fucked her. We're not talking 25 to 35 year old guys , we're talking 50 to 60. Mrs B began to gyrate her hips as her excitement grew, and I had to slow down fucking Mrs F or I’d have cum too soon.Finally Mrs B could take no more teasing so she spread her legs wide, pulled her panties to one side and pressed Ginny’s finger into her gaping cunt. They kissed deeply as Ginny began to finger-fuck my wife’s sopping wet cunt, starting with one finger, then adding a second and a third, beginning to stretch her cunt wide. Those of you who have seen Mrs B’s videos will know she. He went to the bar that I usually stopped at on my way into town, sipping whisky and winding down with his sleeves rolled up. It was rough not jumping his bones right there - he was built, with arms that could crush me easily, and a supple grace that was almost animal. The only problem was my damned power. I had pretty good control most of the time. It was just orgasms that were tricky. I had a feeling that bringing him home would push my limits. Of course, even knowing that a girl can only.