One day I had lunch with some old friends. Jim, a short, balding golfer type, about 85-years old, came along with them; all in all, it was a pleasant ...bunch.When the menus were presented, my friends and I ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Jim who said, "A large piece of home-made apple pie, heated please."I wasn't sure my ears heard him right, and the others were aghast, when Jim continued, completely unabashed..."along with two large scoops of vanilla ice cream."We tried to act. God this was lovely and horny. I looked down to see what I thought was a curtain roill laying on the ground but soon realised as it hardened he had his cock out and boy what a cock. It was simply fuscking huge cut and jesus growing by the minute. No time for nice lady I pushed all hands aside and grabbed that fat fucker. Dropping down to me knees I tried to suck him but honestly could not get the head into my mouth. His cock was joined by all hands tool nearly as big I was in HEAVEN.I slurped. Toni pumpte als wäre er beim Marathon.Mit einem langen Seufzer „Ahhhhhhhhhh, iiiicchhhhhh koooommmmme“ spritzte er mir seinen Saft in den Mund und sackte zusammen.„Jetzt bin ich leer, so viel wie heute hab ich zuhause einer Woche nicht abgesahnt.“ Sein Schwanz fiel in sich zusammen und zog eine Spur seines nachsuppenden Saftes über seinen Bauch. Ich leckte die Reste noch ab, Toni streckte sich und schlummerte weg. Auch ich legte mich um und war bald eingeschlafen. Im Unterbewusstsein bekam ich. "Gee, Sis, I didn't know you felt that way about it. Look, forget it. I just assumed that you liked fucking. You sure as hell have been enjoying it the last week." That was with you!" Mikki whispered angrily. She looked at the expression of guilt and shame on Don's face and relented. "All right," she sighed. "I'll do it just for you." No, no!" he protested. "Don't do it for me. Don't do it unless you want to. Listen, honey, if you want to leave right now, I'll go with you." And miss all the.