He lay awake for a short time, bedded down in the spare bedroom in the Brightman house, but there were too many questions and he was too tired. Sleep ...ame quickly.The rich smell of coffee and the sounds of a cast iron skillet sliding around on the wood range woke him. Darkness lay unbroken outside his window. Graydon hastily dressed and joined the elderly couple at the table, yawning and reaching for his first cup of coffee, black with two spoons of sugar and a dollop of thick cream. He could. Deeper. Faster. More. He pounded into her, grunting with exertion, sweat slicking his chest as her pussy milked his needy cock. “Yes. Yes! Give it to me!” She gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders.All his muscles clenched. He rammed hard inside her, balls contracting against her heat. Scorching, raging cum blasted down his cock, firing deep inside her hot, honeyed pussy.He sagged, forehead to her shoulder, catching his breath at her heaving chest. Her nails raked through his hair.. But she thumbed through the pages of some of the other magazines of pictures that had caught her attention. She was not entirely going to evade the current topic of discussion. She found the picture she was looking for to show her brother and practically thrust it in his face. Do you see that? Did you ever do that to one of your girlfriends? A full figured woman was naked below the waist with her Rubenesque ass raised by many pillows and her legs up in the air. Her butt hole was partly impaled. I took a step forward out of my pants at my feet, guiding her backwards. She paused for a moment as her free hand reached for the vanity. She brought my glass of orange juice into view as her other hand left my member, it throbbing to find her hand again. My hands froze at her waist as she poured some of the juice at the top of her right breast. She leaned back as my head went down with tongue out to meet her skin. The tip of my tongue chased every path of juice across her curves until the.