The main photo of Fizroy with his trousers around his ankles and slamming into Leta is very arresting, as her Boxer is caught in the shot, looking at ...hem with a very bored look on its face, poor doggie. Another shows Fitzroy with his head in the air – the moment of climax no doubt – and he’s clearly identifiable. Leta’s face has been partially screened out but her eyes have rolled up into their sockets and her mouth is open, obviously in a great cry of release. I had to agree with one of the. She shivered when he kissed her neck. Then she returned his kiss."Toothpaste! " she said."I brought a new brush for you." He thought the kiss he got in response was more enthusiastic than any he had received that morning. "It's in the bag. The toothpaste is in the medicine cabinet."The shape he saw, spreading out from her waist in broad abundance, hadn't been much hidden by swimsuits -- not even by tight skirts and jeans. Still, some of her hair was visible between her legs; enough that he. I walked that way and he slipped inside so I followed. This guy was really cute, probably late 40s with short, thick curly gray hair. He was well built and a few inches shorter than my 6-1. We closed the door and immediately started a hot make-out. While he didn’t have facial hair, he had just enough stubble to be really manly. He pulled up his shirt and I started playing with his fleshy tits. He broke the kiss and went down on me, sucking my big dick completely down his throat. At one point he. The two glasses of wine I’d already had helped plenty too. He was perched on the bar stool, back in his all black ensemble, legs out in a pair of shorts as per normal. He smiled as I came over and leaned against the bar, careful not to slip, aiming to maintain my dignity and grace. Being six foot myself and with a built in clumsy gene this was harder to achieve than expected. “You were amazing tonight,” I said with genuine sincerity. “Thank you,” he said into his pint glass, modest as always. .