” They looked in question. “Cheap, gauche, tacky...” Then nodded when they understood and told me to continue. “I’d like to take some pictur...es of you; both of you, together in your lingerie while I think about it.”They both cracked up laughing. Malena spoke for both of them, as they smiled and nodded. “Da, Rob. Da, of course.” She took the wrap off, laid on the back of the recliner next to the sofa, then stood by the wall and started. About ten pictures later, the last with them snuggling on. Her husband had died 4 years ago. She is kind of religious lady and always holding a mala in hand and most of the time I have seen her reading religious books. Curiosity inside me was building up and I decided to check inside and luckily, I found the door unlocked. She may have thought that nobody is home. I stand near the door and looked inside. It wasn’t visible clearly so I tried peeking a little and in the process my foot slipped and I pushed open the door and fell on the bed a few feet. She lowered herself again onto my cock.“Please warn me when you feel yourself get close.” She cooed.“Absolutely,” I said not wanting to displease her.Her pussy quickly went to work, and I could feel it moving about like it was trying to massage my cock and milk it to get it to release its seed. She slowly began to move, bouncing herself up and down on it, as I began trying at first to enjoy her small tits again. But this time with her bouncing I couldn’t keep enjoying them.“You really like. His thick cock was hard and he impaled his cock past my gag reflex which did not allow me to breath. He had me do this several times. Finally he grabbed me, stripped my sweat pants off to reveal my black stockings, white garter belt and pink floral hi cut nylon panties with lace trim. He had me bend over the couch then spanked my panty ass, calling me "fucking cunt", "faggot" "slut". "You know what happens to sissies that dress like a whore, they get fucked.". He laughed, then moved back to.