. what? To be a slut. To do unspeakable things with strangers. To abandon everything about who she was. She was a person of a certain age and position... in life and she would no more ... with a man she didn't know than she would rob a bank.But then there was the dress she had bought. Why? What use would she ever have for such a dress? To be buried in and give them one last surprise, she thought bitterly. Or first surprise, rather.She had a sudden urge to try it on, even though she had seen it on. She started unbuttoning her top, and then took it off and slipped her bra off in a quick motion, flinging both bra and shirt on the bed. I enjoyed looking at her, her hair disheveled, her dark perky nipples standing up on her chest, moving up and down, as she was breathing heavily. I stepped up close kissed her lightly and bent down placing my mouth over her left nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple and kissed my way over to her right breast as my hands. It was nowhere near enough to get me into a place, but I stood and raised my hands in acknowledgement anyway.The other episode I want to cover took place much more recently. I was on a golfing holiday on the mid-north coast. We stayed in a guest house fronting a delightful little beach. On one side of the beach, the headland is home to a very popular caravan park. Most mornings would find me swimming in the surf shortly after sunrise, usually to tiny, or non-existent waves. Often patrons from. " she tried to tell him.Her pussy glistened with saliva and lubrication. Knees bent, her legs were splayed apart, she squirmed with arousal. Chrissie nipped and licked at Justin's cock but the angle was all wrong for her. It prodded her chest, brushing over her tits. With one free hand, Justin reached back and squeezed a nipple. She moaned once more. Justin decided the time was right.Turning around he fitted the head of his cock into her entrance. She adopted a look of anticipation and.