It was at that moment when he noticed that I too was standing almost naked. His eyes were glued at my melons swooping out of my gown and I saw a shine... in his eyes. I stared at his huge muscle which was still limp and hanging towards one side. He had no pubic hair and his pink ball sachet was hanging under his shaft with the weight of balls. I hugged him once again, pressing my huge and firm melons against his bare chest and could feel his limp swooping cock touching my inner thighs.“Common on. It felt so warm in there, she thought, as her fingers traced around the tight folds and probed into the tight confines of her slit. Her mind wandered with the rhythm of her fingers, while a squadron of young girls and boys gyrated and swivelled on the television screen with the passion of clockwork toys, and words of love, romance and passion coloured the over-produced beat of audio wallpaper. Occasionally, Alison's eyes caught a glimpse of the broad, hairless torsos of the boys as they. "I'm fucking a granny tomorrow night and she wants two blokes. Are you in?" He showed me a photo on his phone. It was only her face but my first thoughts were "Fuck, she's pretty for a granny". She was a brunette with short hair; about 50, and as I say; pretty.I said yes.It was in London. I lived in the south and she was in Hammersmith in the north west. Long Tube journey. We arrived with beers and we all started drinking. Strangely, she was as pretty as her profile picture. No problem there.. Laura couldn't take her eyes off Shavon. She had long, soft black hair, what blacks called 'good hair, ' that hung around her shoulders and was cut in straight bangs over her forehead. Her skin was very dark and smooth, and she had a small, sexy separation between her two front teeth. Her smile was vivacious and sweet and direct. Laura tried not to notice her body, but it was very well shaped. She was an inch or so shorter than Laura and did not dress in any provocative or showy way but.