“Hmm, yes,” she said, “I think this will work.” She lifted her one leg over the armrest and slouched back, like she always did in this chair, ...getting comfortable. Forgetting for a moment that she was not wearing any panties and only a short fluttery summer dress.“What do you think, Eric?” she asked.Eric was staring straight into her lovely pink, puffy cunt. “Erm, I think it looks nice Miss,” he said as he blushed. His tight shorts could barely contain the bulge that was growing underneath the. " Elise moaned again, aching to feel him thrust inside her. "I want your cock, Nick," she gasped, looking into his eyes. "I need your cock in my pussy, please fuck me," she pleaded. That was all he needed. With one quick thrust of his hips, his thick, swollen cock was embedded in her hot pussy. They both moaned, they had both imagined this moment so many times. He pulled out slightly, the tip of his cock nestling just at the entrance to her hairless pussy. He looked down at her, taking in. " "I'm sure I can," she replied.She then bent over and took the length of my shaft into her mouth: the bubbles of the champagne making my cock aware of the small, but hot sensations fizzling through my body. I let out a sigh of pleasure as she ran her teasing tongue swirling around the head of my cock and she sucked the whole length down her throat, all the while, running her tongue up and down the glans of my shaft.I reached down and ran a finger around the edge of the tiny bikini panties she. I’m jealous he looks this good for his age, knowing if I make it to seventy-five, my pale face won’t weather the UV rays quite as well as his dark cheeks. Even with that edge, he dresses as a hip, younger man sporting a thick chain, Dolce & Gabbana shades and a pin-striped railroad hat. He’s in all his glory, surrounded by the hungry ladies. Again a wave of envy washes over me. If one of us gets lucky it will probably be him, a graying, seventy-five year old and not me, a blond thirty-five.