She’s wearing a black dress.??And no underwear.? Adam smirked.?And no underwear,? Gerry confirmed. ?But it’s not the underwear that will identify ...her, it’s the dress. We can’t see the underwear, but we can see the dress.??That’s not much help. Anyone could be wearing a black dress.??You think?? Gerry raised an eyebrow at his less-than-observant friend. ?How many women do you see shopping in black dresses without even a scarf or belt in a different color???What makes you think that she’s not. At first it felt great with all that smooth fur rubbing over my legs, ass, and back. Before I knew what was happening his hard cock was forcing its way inside my now not so virgin ass hole. The pressure kept on building then I gasped as the head forced its way inside and I struggled for air to scream out.“Just relax and it will be easier on you.” He grunted as he slowly began moving back and forth forcing more and more of his cock inside me. All I could do was grunt as the pain shot through my. As she walks back to the stove, I watch her ass wiggle in her robe that she was wearing. At age the age of thirty-six, she was still a looker. Strawberry blonde hair, around 5'10, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had tits that just begged to be sucked, around 36c or so, and had only a little of a sag. She had legs that didn't seem to stop; she always wore miniskirts to show them off. I hear footsteps as my brother, Bobby, comes running down the stairs. We both look alike,. Unbuttoning my jeans I slipped them down to my ankles and then my undies.Pulling down Angela’s knickers she soon took them off her ankles as she straddled my erect 6” for the second time inside twenty minutes. Holding my cock in her hand she gently eased herself down on me gasping as I slipped deep inside her. She bounced up and down as my hand felt her tits. As I’d come not too long ago I knew I’d be able to last much longer this time.Five minutes or so later I said “Off” as she moved over and.