Soldier number 4 was pressing at my opening demanding the same or better treatment. He was not as long but much thicker than number 3 and his girth st...roked my walnut with each entry. I was getting harder as he stroked in and out of me and knew if he did not cum soon I would. He was getting close when I shot and the convulsions of my orgasm put just enough Kegel on his cock to make him shoot. Likewise he shot seven or eight hard wads and held in me and let me milk him. We stayed in position as I. With great pleasure I take them in hand. Again, don’t tell sis but these are far better than hers. Constance is ready to come again. Instead of her taking her pleaser she lifts herself off. Turning I’m faced with Constance’s inflamed pussy poking out from between her sculptured thighs. Constance has braced herself in doggy just waiting for my dick. I’m once more mesmerised by her beauty until Sis say, “Dave you fool. Get up and fuck her.”Effortlessly I side fully in and without any hesitation I. Ellen was laying face up and smiling. He saw it all. His mouth opened wide and so did his eyes. “Holy shit girl! Wow, what…what a body!” She smiled, her eyes did too, and once she did she said “You really like my body?” All he did was nod his head. Then he swallowed, hard, and with that even he took off his trunks. She watched it all happen. When she saw his limber, naked cock she zoned out. Her eyes were affixed to it. She could not believe its size and length. The guy was well stocked. Her. But best of all was a bonfire. That made autumn worthwhile. Perhaps that was why she loved the leaves — they meant the coming of the fire. The leaves would be collected, raked into a big pile and then the treasure hunt began. Anything that could or would burn was added to the pile — a fallen limb or tree was gold, but old fences, broken furniture, one year even an old tumbledown shed. And the higher the pile grew the more excited she became, counting down the days to Burn Night. There was.