Her pussy was still pink and swollen and oozing stuff. She smiled as she announced, “We finished only 20 minutes ago and I was really horny thinking... about coming over here so let’s get to it”. She laid back and opened the gates and I entered triumphantly only moments later. She was hot and slick, just like when I had already dumped in her, but I knew this wasn’t my sperm coating her cunt. I made her tits jiggle several different ways as I pounded and finally let go my load deep in that horny. "Show me, show me." she had a look at one picture of a girl on her knees sucking some guys cock and she said. "Well I'll be fucked." "Maybe later." I said as I winked at Bruce. "Maybe now." she said turning to Bruce and running a finger down his chest towards his groin. "Oh you naughty little tart." I said. "Poor Bruce hasn't had one for a while." "I can see that." she said looking at the mound poking out of his jeans."Can I relieve him of a bit of pressure?" "You sure about this?" Bruce asked. This was a story of when she was 50 years old. She used to go to the office regularly and during one festival time, she took the lead of setting up the celebrations. The manager was coordinating with her. And one day, while the preparations were on, he went to her house. He was in the mood and wanted female company as his wife was away. When he reached her house, Sonia was sweeping the house and in her nighty. Sonia invited him in and excused herself to complete the sweeping. As usual at home,. For the next many uncounted minutes my life was reduced to a series ofpassionate and energetic pelvic thrusts, both mine and Saffie's, as weset up our own independent, yet coordinated, sexual rhythm. My bowelbecame used to its intruder and my virgin arsehole relaxed and stretchedto accommodate my daughter's willy, which was nearly as large as mine.I moaned with pleasure and the dance continued.Push forward - pull back! Push forward - pull back! Push forward -pull back! Why hadn't I tried.