Then she smiled, dropped to her knees, undid my belt, unzipped my flies and got my cock out. Holding it firmly she first licked it all round the head ...then opened her mouth and took it in to my intense pleasure. She mouth-fucked and gradually worked it all in which was wonderful but I didn't want to shoot my cum in her mouth so pulled out. She seemed a bit disappointed so I told her, “You can swallow my cum later, I want to fuck you first”, which made her smile and nod acceptance.We got the rest. God it felt so good. She fell forward and I turned her around. I put one hand under her head and the other lifted her leg. I slipped inside her and she let out a sigh. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me as close as she could. I could feel her everything and it made me feel alive. I pulled out. She looked confused. I climbed on the bed and sat down with my knees bent. ‘I want to be closer to you. Come here Layna.’ I motioned for her sit on my lap. As I slid down, I could feel every inch. " I remarked."Thank you." She replied, "It belonged to my uncle."Cheryl began to explain how her uncle had been a huge influence in her life. He taught her how to play guitar and taught her many of the songs she now performs. By the time she was a teenager she knew how to play literally hundreds of folk songs on guitar."My uncle loved folk music. And the Beatles." She smiled as she spoke."I know some Beatles songs." I said somewhat proudly.She handed me the old Martin. I took hold of it. The sound of deep straining grunts and groans filling the room, mingling with the flat smacking sounds of sweat-soaked flesh banging against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous slurp of my pile-driving cock slamming in and out of her slippery, passion- drenched cunt. " Christ, honey, you're a damn good fuck," I grunted, fucking faster and faster into her with a maniacal frenzy, my eyes filmed over by the force of my sexual excitement. I feel my hot cum boiling up in me heated balls as they.