Thrusting harder he began gasping, telling Roger that he was going to come, urging him to take it. Roger felt the pleasurable and rhythmic pumping of ...Doug’s cock in his ass quicken, bringing short, sharp spurts of pain as Doug rammed ever harder, until suddenly with a last violent thrust Doug rammed his belly hard against the other man’s buttocks, bending Roger’s neck painfully as his face was driven forcefully into Julie’s crotch. His ears covered by Julie’s thighs, Roger couldn’t hear Doug’s. I know damned well she's been sexually active for years but I still have that image of a little girl in my mind to cope with. I'm not going to ask about what you two do together, so relax, it's none of my business. Anyway, if it isn't sex then what is it?" How can I explain? The feeling is a big part of it, just the feel of the material is wonderful. I love stockings, I love the feel of a skirt touching my legs and wearing a bra is a very good feeling. Then there's that indescribable feeling. She stood there proudly nude. She had a slim figure and a belly as flat as Helen’s, but what Helen couldn’t keep her eyes off was the long, deep scar that ran around her body, from her left breast to just below her right hip. It wasn’t that she (Sandra) appeared to be ashamed of it; far from it: she was supremely confident, happy in her skin as they say. It was the effect it had on Helen which was remarkable. With Abbie and her girlfriend, it had been pure naked lust that they all had for each. We sat on her couch and drank a couple glasses apiece. She then asked if I wanted to take us back to the bedroom. I knew now that I was about to lay my first grandma! My dick was SO hard!She told me to make myself comfy and that she had to go to the bathroom. I undressed down to my underwear and lay back on her bed. I was stroking my cock a bit! She returned and walked over to the dresser and took her glasses off and kicked her heels off. She then stepped out of her skirt and took her blouse.