Forty-two year old Francine Doyle was in the prime of her sexual life and she showed that by giving the much younger man all he could handle in a hot ...oman. With her limbs gripping him tightly, and her tongue chewing vigorously on his, her lower body moved in and out like a piston, her cunt muscles working independently to extract yet another load of hot juice out of his cock. Yeah, Vic came big time, but so did she.“Oh, baby! I’m . . . I’m letting go! It’s . . . it’s happening!” Francine. It is I that worship her gorgeous skin.I grasp her immaculate crystal hips,I glide on her ammonite curves,I massage Her moonstone neck,I continuously lick her diamond thighs.She is the foundation of my beating heart.Her sweet aroma gives air to my lungs.Her girly touch is the essence of my life.Blessed is the warrior who proves himself to Her majesty.For he shall receive the endless soft kisses,The most delicate touch, the secrets of Her spirit.I play and tease Her rhodonite nipples.My heart. . How dare you to say that and started hitting me.So child mode was activated.She was lying on her back and I climbed her and sat on her stomach. Holding her both handsMe: Tell me na.. Which colorMaami: No way and started to escape (Laughing)Me: Don’t say, I will only checkMaami: Hehe.. I will not allowMe: Let’s seeIn fight I kept my hand on her stomach, boobs, under arms, neck… she doesn’t care. Because I won her trust. We were fighting like small kids. I hold her both hands with mine and kept. So that day I yelled at Ma on purpose, gave him a reason to take me out to the barn. When we got there I just pulled my dress down and let it fall to the ground and stood there in front of him. He didn’t know what to do at first, he almost got angry, but then I saw him getting hard and I said ‘what do you want me to do?’” Hearing her say this, imagining her undressing and offering herself to me made me start to get hard myself.“Why him?”“Well it’s not like I wanted him.. I mean it’s my father.