I got up, and moved towards you quickly. We met in the middle of the room, and kissed passionately, as you pulled off my clothes, and I felt your beau...iful body. Now you had got my shirt off, I reached hound you, and unclipped the bra strap, as you stared intensely up at me. Your bra fell to the floor, and I could see your huge breasts. You had small, pert nipples, right in the centre of the deep, round tits. I reached out to hold them, but you moved down, so you were kneeling on the floor in. He seemed to enjoy reaming her asshole best of all. Now, as Henry kept ramming his prick into her pussy, Patty was conscious of how stretched and itchy her asshole felt, how red and sore her shit sphincter had grown from accepting the pile-driving thrusts of Henry's cock. It hurt to have a sore, violently reamed asshole, but it felt good at the same time. Now Patty's asshole was tingling and throbbing along with her pussy, responding lewdly every time young Henry rammed his cock to the hilt in. I felt her lean over and get more lotion, and then start of my legs, after the same as my back, pressing firmly into the muscle from top to bottom she then took her elbows and really pushed hard. It hear like her as she used the bone of her elbow to get right into the muscle, but it felt also orgasmic, and I could feel my dick getting rock solid. She then began softly going up and down with her hands, going beneath the pants and back out again. She did this five or so times, then I felt her. After a little while, I set to work to describe the events of the Intervening years of my youth and early middle age, which included most of my gallant intrigues and adventures of a frisky order, but not the more lascivious ones of later years. Then a mess caused me to think seriously of burning the whole. But not liking to destroy my labor, I laid it aside again for a couple of years. Then another illness gave me long uninterrupted leisure; I read my manu*********** and filled in some.