Some time back, I had a lot of time to while away - my wife was out of town for the week on business, and my own work was going to slowly that I was o...ut of the office before 5. That left me with a lot of time at home to masturbate, and as the week wore on, the women pretty much disappeared from my waking materials.Now I don't know about you, but if I spend too much time alone at home wanking, I begin to feel a little stir crazy, and more than a little depressed. Come Wednesday night, I finally. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by large, long brown nipples. I immediately understood why her k**s were strong and healthy, she. Licking her sister's clit, Kelly pushed another finger into her sister. Jenna didn't seem to feel very much. Kelly turned over so that her pussy was no longer in her sister's face. Pulling both of her finger's out, Kelly licked them clean of their pussy juice and licked one more. spreading her inner-lip away, Kelly pushed three fingers into her sister. She could her Jenna's soft moaning now. Kelly had remembered hearing about something called the g-spot. Reaching around in Jenna’s vagina, Kelly. The bartender came up to Joan and put a martini down. He gestured to a man a few feet down the bar and said he had bought it for her. Joan turned on the barstool and the slit in front teasingly opened. She smiled at the gentleman and raised the martini glass in a salute to him. He had a partial view of her mound. She patted the barstool next to her and he got up and moved. He introduced himself as Dave and they shook hands. Their fingers lingered in each others' palm. They started talking, Joan.