Opening her mouth, tiny virtually unseen spores are expelled into the air, directly into the path of the young female jogger.Within seconds the young ...ogger in passing through the unseen mist, inhaling a lungful of the spores. And within second after this, she is on her knees, clutching her throat, choking and gagging. The seconds tick by slowly before the young woman recovers and the first thing she sees is a naked woman with the most beautiful cock she has ever seen step out into the. That day both uncle Tito and I have to stay at home, he’s a passenger vehicle driver but not my Aunt Lorie since she have to go to her market stall 2 kms away from the house. “Louise, take care of your uncle , his friend is coming here for some beers , I want you to serve them and do what they want , ok?” my aunt said as she walks out of the house. “Friend ?” I asked , “His name is Mike , don’t worry I knew him , I’m godfather to his son” my uncle interrupted as he gave that deep. Aaaahhhh…..yeah….aaaahhhh…. that feels great, babe….. aaaaahhhh….”Bart slowed down after cumming, but kept shoving his prick in and out of Sylvia’s sloppy wet vagina, as he caught his breath and mumbled, “Holy shit, Syl….that was amazing….just like always….what a great way to wake up, right?”Still enjoying the aftermath of her own climax, Sylvia turned her head and said over her shoulder, “Yep….you definitely know how to get me going in the morning….”When their breathing had returned to normal,. Her housecoat came together like the drapes: agape down the middle. Bloomers and an over-crowded brassiere peeked through the split. The old dame’s arm stretched slowly up the doorjamb, straining the threadbare belt of the robe. Her teeth clicked together like they needed revving up to speak ‘Who’re you?’ she finally said. ‘Moe to my friends. How about you?’ She cocked her head. The pose might have been coquettish back when the mailbox was new, back when F. Thompson was still brightly painted..