Sandy and Stevie spent the next hour looking around, but still no joy, Sandy then suggested going to an antique clothing shop where she knew the owner..., she rang us as it was an hours drive away, we didn’t care, we were by the river, drinking and admiring the talent in the pub and on the river.The shop is run by a lady called Lizzie, she is in her mid 50’s and still retained her stunning looks and a good figure (think Munroe and Russell), she greeted Sandy & Stevie with her normal flamboyant. Use them. I need to feel my wet pussy… she yelled. I looked over my shoulder. She could not get her hands around her breast and stomach. She was a few inches short of her pussy. I pressed her warm cleavage together and tugged on her nipples. She kept moaning. I then picked up the pace. A few minutes passed before I erupted. Uggghhh! I moaned. I then unleashed a large load on her face, chin, and all over her breast. She was covered. I then turned my head. I heard a car pull up out front. I. Thi humary door amany samany hain tub mai apni roteen mai us ko dekhny laga kafi dair yuhi dekhta raha or who bi kabhi kabhi muj ko dekhti thi phir kafi dair bhad us ny muj sy kaha k koi faida nhy mai jald wapis chali jaow ki to mery jism mai jan parh gayi tub mai utha or door dpen kar k un k door k pass ja k us ko kaha k koi baat nhy zindagi honi chahiye insan kahin na kahin mil hi jata hai phir kafi dair idhar udar ki batain ki tub muj ko awaz ayi k aunti or mom aa rahi hain to mai apny ghar. She pulls back by a foot, but the horse was having none of it. He slams back into her with the force he would use for a mare. She pulls him back out, and he slams it back into her again. Then he would wait for her to pull back out. He liked the sensation. Rachel (thinking): Maybe if I just get him off, he will die down and I can remove his penis. She pushes herself off of him again and this time the horse took over. No longer waiting for her to pull away, he starts fucking her throat at his own.