Wet, slick, slippery, still very tight. He whispers into my ear, groans. I can feel his thickness pulse. He thrusts into me for a few minutes, buries...his face into my chest. Still keeping my g string to the side, he uses a thumb to strum my clitoris, making me explode with him still inside me, all over him. I know he’s close, but I can’t hold it. Squirting on him, I come, rasping, and shaking. He finishes a few minutes later, after hammering me so hard I scream out his name so loud our. ‘I should have tried harder. Bet you had a good time after the trots. No wonder you left early.’ Peter didn’t have to look at Bob to know his eyes filled with more than admiration. ‘Shut your bloody mouth. Shut up.’ Peter’s snarl was short and angry, brooking no denial and Bob turned back to the others. None of them dared to intrude into his mood again. They worried that he would vent his pique on them. ‘Hello, fancy meeting you here?’ Jennifer stood at Peter’s elbow her face flushed with the. While shopping at the local market one Friday he met and has become friends with an older woman named Margaret.Margaret was a Caucasian woman in her sixties. She stood about 5' 5". Her short white hair accented her blue eyes, and lips the color of a rose. She had a full figure, wide hips, and a good set of tits. His first thought was how he'd like to bury his face and cock in them. She didn't wear make-up because she didn't need it, she sparkled with a beauty many men would not see. He felt an. "Paul got up and went to the bathroom and got a towel. "Here, use this. You are a little messy". I took the towel and gently cleaned the mixture of oil and cum and asspusssy juice from my ravaged ass. "What time is it?" I asked, and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "I gotta get home, I was supposed to be home 15 minutes ago, I'm going to be in trouble." I looked around the floor of his room and found my frayed shorts, got up from the bed, and wiggled my ass into the too tight.