I opened my legs for him as he moved to shove his cock into my wet pussy fucking me hard and fast. It was so hard that it stung.“Oh, Barry,” I sa...id.“Oh God, Natasha,” he moaned. “I can’t believe you want to fuck an old man like me. I’m a lucky bastard.”“Oh, Barry, you turn me on so much. You remind me of my grandfather,” I confessed as he fucked me to orgasm.“I can be your grandpa. You can call me that. I’d like that.”“Oh Grandpa,” I said clenching my cunt around his stroking cock. “Fuck. They even teased one another about seeing the others in the showers and giving them shit about their cock sizes. I have to admit that hearing them talk about all of that stuff was somewhat sexually stimulating for me too.With school, studying, work, and those evening poker games, my schedule was full, and I didn’t have very much free time. But after hearing the men go on and on about their big cocks, and fucking the women from the club, I decided to go out to some bars and strip clubs looking. "Tara thanked her friend profusely, then added, "I need to get going. I just have to change my bra soon! This one is killing me!" Uh... what?"Tara giggled. "I'll tell you all about it sometime. You'll love it!"Before Tara had her talk with Preston, she decided to find another place to live. Not another place in Titshurt, but a different town altogether. She couldn't remain there after her divorce, and even if they stayed together, she certainly didn't want to be known as the wife of a man who. Blue lace panties. He picked them up, a small and pretty bit of fabric in his large hand. 'Oh huh...' His mind already wandered, his cock aching in response. She was away for another hour at least, he thought. Plus, these are dirty, she isn't expecting them back today.. His mind trailed off, filled with lust as he walked up to his room. Panties still in hand. Mark laid on the bed, knowing how wrong the thing he was about to do was. He was a dirty, old pervert. But, he was going to do it. He.