“Good deal because I missed you and that sweet ass prancing around in panties. You miss me?” How do I answer this? I did kind of miss him, but ...did I want to say that? What would happen if I did? I must have zoned out in thought because before I could answer he spoke again. “Looks like you do. You’ve been looking up my shorts the whole time and that little dicklet of yours in getting hard in your shorts.” Holy shit….as I snapped to I realized he was right. I had been looking up at his. Maxine Connor, the museum's curator, probably wouldn't approve, of course.By celebrating Heron, Rodwell knew he would earn some kudos with the College. Heron had been one of its founding fathers, so anything with a Heron association found favour with the Faculty. Luckily, the director discovered, Heron had left a bequest of his ethnographic collection to the museum. They'd never really bothered to look at it before but when they'd gone through the boxes in the museum's warehouse they'd found a. Between the torturous lashes of his tongue he breaths "stop fighting and just enjoy it," and with that I calmed some. Feeling him circle his tongue over my puckered ass hole, him sticking his tongue in and out of my ass. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this taboo torture.He then gently slid his little finger in my ass and fucked it, slow then a little harder. Then he used his middle finger and did the same, soon he had 2 fingers in my ass and I was enjoying every bit of it. Though I. His balls were slapping against her as he fucked her pounding that sexy hole. Later he would fuck her ass and her throat. He loved a willing horny nympho. She was about forty five and seemed to not care that he was in his seventies. He could still fuck like a teen ager. He was long and thick and had great control and a hairy pussy turned him on.He fucked this horny woman for a long time then he filled her with a big load of cum. He kept his cock in her a few minutes as he sucked and pulled on.