Lizzie had made her way out onto the dance floor and now was moving to the thumping bass of an old-school dancehall tune. Pritkin felt himself getting...hard watching Lizzie’s hips swing, her body moving in a subconsciously sexy way. Pritkin knew Lizzie didn’t think of herself as sexy, but he most definitely did. With her eyes closed, body swaying in time with the music, her hair swishing back and forth and a light sheen of sweat coating her skin, Pritkin could think of nothing but the way her. With sessions of decorating and sex on the cards for Sunday, I probably needed the rest. It was only after finishing eating and retiring to the lounge that Mr Guilt came to visit.I felt guilty on two counts. First was Anja. I’m early fifties, she’s just nineteen, an age difference that was indecent. But I didn’t force her, I didn’t even persuade her, she did all the running. And I wasn’t, apparently, the only older man that had had the delight of her body. Even so, I should have said no. But. Cindy had decided she should lay on the couch with her head on my lap. And guess just where her head landed. Thats right, my cock. I could feel her hot breath going over my slowly hardening prick. I was really trying to focus on the movie and not the 7 year old inadvertently blowing on my cock so that it wouldnt get much harder. However, I was fighting a losing battle. Occasionally she would move here head around, trying to snuggle in closer, and she was just grinding it against my cock. There. Your legs parted in reaction and I saw her fingers seek your lips. You had always moaned they were too big, but even you agreed they were all the more responsive for that. The kiss ended and my gift stood so I could undo her dresses zip. The red material cascaded to the floor, revealing impossibly pert and erect breasts, a slim waist and a neat Brazilian style cut showing her blondness was real. She smiled own at you then climbed onto the bed, straddling you around the waist, her own wet pussy.