As I put my pencil down and look up I see Windy sitting there with her legs spread out some showing me that she is not wearing panties under her cheer...leading white with a red strip skirt and with another look at Windy’s tits, she not wearing a bra either. So I ask straight out, Mrs. Cater do you want to suck your daughter pussy and Windy do you want your mother to lick you up and down that wet pussy that you like to play with in front of others? Could she, Windy ask. Not yet anyway for now. I kissed her mouth, long and soft. The lightest contact of our lips, our tongues barely meeting.She slid her thin body on top of me, and pushed herself down on my cock. I felt it entering her old body again after so many long months apart, sliding into her wonderful warm vagina. vagina.Fucking is always weird; when my cock is deep in a woman, feeling her heat and wetness. It was weird with Ava too, holding her old face in my hands as my young cock worked into her, knowing she’d been middle aged. “How are you doing?” Colonel Stewart asked.“I’m doing fine. I’ll be going home in a couple of days,” Betsy said.“Are you sure it is still there?”“I’ve got an army guarding it,” Betsy answered with a smile.“Let me guess, this is your home.”“Nope. Although I’m a student here, I live on Kauai,” Betsy answered.“I didn’t realize we had any men guarding anything there.”“It’s a private army,” Betsy said.“Where did you get a private army?”Seeing the expression on his face, she said, “It’s nothing like. "You know," he said, finally, "actually, and I'm reluctant to bring this up for fear of being abandoned, but, you aren't stuck down here. You could go get a rope."Béla blinked several times, then frowned as though trying to remember something."What?" she asked, then remembered what he'd said. "Where would I find a rope? Besides, I would have to walk. I can't fly and carry my clothes. It could be days before I got back." You could wait until dark, then fly to the cabin where we stayed. There was.