Her feet fit nicely to her size. Her age doesn't seem to matter, judging from the looks men of all ages cast her way. I guess the term for My Wife is ... GILF.I am about 5'11", 230 pounds, and I am in fairly good shape due to my lifestyle. I have to lift slightly heavy things. My hair is brown, also with reddish highlights, and green eyes. When my kids were in school, their friends called me "Mountain Man" because of the full, long hair and beard. I keep getting asked for my autograph when ZZ Top. I even bit her cheeks, making her squirm as I did that and swatted her more than once. She giggled and blushed as I rimmed her. Her sweet booty pleased my tongue as I savored it, lovingly pleasuring her with that appendage. She moaned repeatedly as I devoured her derriere, even bucking her hips while my semi-soft rod gradually stiffened again. I gave it plenty of time, though, also licking her lower back and the backs of her thighs and knees. I bit her more than a few times in those areas, too,. Or about taking her doggy style, fucking her hard from behind while groping her tits as she bucks back against you asking for more and harder,” I teased him. I kept it up as I nibbled on his neck from behind, my hands caressing his chest. I could feel his breath come faster, deeper until he groaned in frustration.“You’re not being fair, Billie. Every guy looks at women and thinks about sex with them if they are appealing. Your mother is quite attractive, and you know it. I know you know it. So the plan began to form.Mr Thompson was about fifty and had been my boss since I joined the company. He was overweight and balding but was always dressed well and in general I had got on well with him and I genuinely thought he liked me as well. Thinking of my chances of succeeding, well he wasn't married and didn't live with anyone as far as anyone knew. Could I seduce him? Who knew, but I was certain that if I did as Roger ordered and Mr. Thompson rejected my advances I would be finished at.