Lizzie reached up and fiddled with the strings of her woolen hat as she looked across the white fields. "It's so beautiful," she breathed. "Albert and...I always loved this time of year. Those times seem so long ago now." Prudence patted her gloved hand. "Henry always said that even when life is cruel and unkind it is always the nature of who we are to look for a brighter day. I tend to worry about things of inconsequence that matter not whereas my husband is forever the eternal optimist. My life. Suddenly I feel a pair of hands on my thighs that are slowly stroking up and down, as light as a feather so I can barely feel them. They slowly move from my ankles to the tops of my thighs and underneath each arse cheek to slowly begin the ascent to the bottom of my legs again. As the hands reach the bottom of my ankles I feel another set of hands on the backs of my thighs, I smile to myself as I realise you have arranged for someone to meet us here, its exciting and a turn on to not know if it. This was the 50s when Americans and Cubans, at least the wealthy ones, mixed and had fun in clubs and bars, when booze was cheap, and men had sex with women anywhere anytime. What is not very well known is that, although the practice was not officially accepted, a particular area of the city was filled with cheap bars, brothels and alleyways where men could meet men, and women cruised women. I had grown quite bored with the same sex partners on the ship and looked forward to expanding my. Itdidn't seem to have any trouble.The purple cock bounced when I slammed it against the wall. My handsstill shook while I peeled my panties down. My member hung limp againstmy thigh, my hands parting my ass. It was lubricated, the oil they chosefelt warm while I pressed the tip against my ass.My virgin hole tingled when I added pressure, taking one hand to aim itproperly. Using my hips, I pushed back. The tip didn't flare like a realpenis would, instead just sliding inside of me. It hurt for a.