“And I obviously qualify on all counts,” she quietlysaid, half to herself. Colby turned to face me andannounced, “I think this could... be real fun, Scott. Awhole lot of fun.” She gave me an impish, playful smile.Then she turned and gave me a profile view of the mostluxurious, artistic, lady-like drag and long, extendedexhale. Colby didn’t make it home that night. She showed up without warning about two weeks later,dressed to kill. Colby was wearing evening gloves. . older adults can sit and gab while the kids do all the work to keep us from starving to death. Of course, we’d have to work out something as far as bed space, but we’ve got lots of extra of that. Perhaps your daughters would be willing to give up their room to their mothers. We could shoehorn another bed in there somewhere or, if you don’t mind a mattress on the floor, that’s even easier.”“Sure, we would,” Liya responded. “And if our moms wanted separate rooms, we girls could sleep on the. I've got a hold of his dick and balls at the same time, tugging quite hard, squeezing just enough to get a cry from him.You got the mayonnaise boi? I ask. Yeah! you fuck turd... he says back at me, here! and gives me a sachet of mayo. tear it open you muppet I say. as I place the sachet to his mouth, he takes it off me and ripes it open. Now on my knuckles you gapping horse hole fucker, and with that the mayo is his lube, the mayo joke is for another time.PULL YOUR FUCKING ASS STASHER. Then he touched me where I was the hottest and wettest, just a touch, butI almost screamed."You're so beautifully wet." I want you inside me."With the strength of a desperate woman, I pulled him on top of me, lovedhis weight pressing me into the mattress, and felt the wet tip of hiscock brushing my inner thigh. He shifted position, started probing me andI bit my lip, edging my hips across to try to meet him. He pushed andmissed again so I took matters into my own hands, took hold of him.