"The pair spent most of the day walking about the Hermitage ruins. David told Laylah stories of the spirits that have been known to roam the grounds, ...and stories of the place itself.It was on a long walk, towards the back of the property that Laylah took out her camera and started to take some pictures. She really felt comfortable there and wanted to capture the moment, who knew when she would be able to visit again."Wow, look at that guesthouse. I am assuming it's a guest house." Laylah said. It could have been the thought of what she was planning to do next. I'll never know.She made her mind up where the mirror was to be placed. Right above her big green couch. (These were the days of 'olive green' and 'harvest gold' everything...) Since I had done this before, I offered to set the anchor myself. Teresa told me to stand in the middle of the couch to reach the spot required. I stepped up, got my balance by spreading my legs a little, and marked the spot. Teresa handed me the. Nooooooo." Yes!" hollered Joel, cock dipping and rising, thrusting with lust and fury.Hard work at first, only Joel's surpreme stiffness - the hardest he'd ever been - kept the momentum going. After two minutes of dedicated fucking, suddenly a switch in Tiffany's brain seemed to flick. "God yes," she moaned, taking a grip of the armchair. "Fuck me Joel, fuck me hard...yesssssss."The words prompted Joel to rammed in even harder, bashing her cervix over and over, to the accompaniment of lustful. He said he only had 5" when it used to get hard and it turned him on thinking about her taking my hard black 10". I asked him what she thought about it? and he said she was very religious and probably wouldn't go along with it. I told him I didn't know what I could do about that. He asked if I was ever in there area could I come over anyway just to feel her out. I asked him how long they had been married and he said almost 50 years, that she was a virgin when they got married and never had.