I now didn’t care what happened. I was so hot for sex I just wanted them all. Martin knelt on the end of the bed between my legs and positioned hims...elf on top of me. He lowered himself down onto my chest and gradually brought his hips up pushing the tip of his cock into my wet hole. He paused as he slowly slid it in savouring every moment. I watched his face as he concentrated, trying to stop himself coming too quickly. He was fully in and it felt wonderful.“What’s it like to have your hard. My hardened pipe began to flow my sperm laden jizz into her baby field, now rendered infertile due to the passage of time. (One great reason to have a middle-aged lover) I continued to stroke in and out until no more squirted out of me. I lay on top of her, supporting myself on my forearms and pressed my face against her neck. She panted with exhaustion, her warm exhales passing my ears...she tried to express her delight but the words wouldn't quite come out. Finally she communicated, “ I'm so. ..Oh!" Each stroke extracting a reaction. The changes were small but easily detectable. It had gone much quicker than Keith would have imagined. This 33 year old woman is taking me stroke for stroke. Brandi winced with every stroke, both up and back. Especially hard to absorb is when I came down, hammering into her without mercy. But there is a difference. The pressure is still there, the sensation of being filled beyond her limit is obvious. What is quickly deteriorating is the burning. She looked squarely at Sarah. She had always felt attracted to her and they had had some fairly intimate chats at the salon. She had always wondered if the feeling was mutual and noticed that Sarah often pressed her body against Isabella’s in a way that wasn’t strictly necessary. She thought she had a very feminine figure, slim waist sweeping down to curvy hips and shapely legs. She found herself wondering if she shaved her pussy too. She decided to take control. She didn’t know where it.