He kept grunting, "Faster... harder... Yes, like that!"I could tell that he was getting close to cumming, and I kept going the way he asked. As Ian r...ached his peak, so did his foul language. His powerful anal contractions pushed me over the edge, too, and I filled his tight hole with my warm spunk. My orgasm seemed to extend his as he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of my hot seed filling his ass, and told me so.We lay there for a few minutes with my shrinking cock still inside him. Ian. He sighed and turned to look out the window at his coveted view of McPherson Square. He did not want to leave the company. If he had to be honest, it was a matter of personal pride. Davidson Fishery had been established in 1804 in the same small fishing town, on basically the same patch of ground where their simple packing plant stood today. Nine generations of Davidson men - well, McElroy after his grandfather - had run the fishery and run it well. He was proud of that, glad of the time he had. 'No problem,’ Amy said. She unhooked the bra and let it slip onto the floor.'Ahh, that's much better,' Claire said. Amy continued working on her back which was plump and rather fleshy, Amy then worked from her shoulders down her arms which she stretched out for her. She could see the sides of her doughy white breasts as she did this and was rather curious to see what her nipples looked like. After her arms, Amy moved on to her auntie's lower back and gently eased her hands lower towards her. .ooooh..aaaaaaah..aaaaaah..mmmmmmmmmmmm." She then lets out a soft gasp as she feels my hands curve around the front of her thighs, holding on tightly to the front of her legs as she then feels a warm, wet line along the back of her thighs. My tongue ascends slowly and methodically, tracing long, soft, feather-like touches in a series of meandering lines up and down the back of her legs, pausing for a moment at the top to blow coolly onto her buttocks before descending down her leg, placing.