Still staring at each other, I lifted my body and feed my cock straight in to her love hole and fucked her gently. The temptation was too much, I move...d first, kissing her full on the mouth, she might be seventy-three but what a turn on she is.After gently fucking her for ten minutes she wanted it from behind, bending over the bed her black suspenders were taught across her pale bum as I guided my self back in again.I felt her hand on my balls as they slapped against her, using the full length. 'Oh! The duplicity of women! You wanted a baby!''I was forty, Don, and single. My time was fast coming to an end — in fact, having a first baby at forty isn't a good idea. But I was fit, and all my plumbing was in good working order, in those days, and as luck would have it, Joplin was a perfect baby, and has proved to be a fine son as he's grown.'They both looked at their son as he came out of the house in his swimming shorts, accompanied by Della, who had changed into a modest white bikini,. Actually, I could tell that as the days progressed, Carla began to enjoy the risk-taking almost as much as I got into it.After a few weeks of our loud lovemaking, I felt the need to push the envelope yet again to get a more powerful erotic charge out of our antics. One day, we had an especially intense rutting session in which I banged into Carla repeatedly from behind as she backed up against me, on the bed, on all fours. It was a session that left us drenched with sweat, our bodies drained of. She wore flats, but I could tell that she liked pumps, just not when trying to work. She had a very professional blouse and skirt on, but the length of the latter wasn’t exactly conservative and the former left enough of a hint of her cleavage as to stir up many a man’s loins without being obvious about it. It was on the fence between business attire and nightclub or date material.“Pippa?” I asked as I approached her, even kissing her hand for a second before she pulled me closer to invade my.