I approached them with the bottle and poured them a generous portion. "Are you trying to make us tipsy?". "What hairy arms you have", one simpered. Th...e other said, "I expect he has a hairy chest as well", and giggled childishly. I did not know what to make of these forward comments from two elderly women on our first meeting. Had my friend been talking of our earlier encounter? I thought that was unlikely. I was asked whether I would like something stronger, perhaps some whisky. I thought it. Reaching out blindly, Victoria grabbed hold of my cage, pulling me closer. Her eyes remained focussed on the screen as she gripped my clitty-cock tightly. Her other hand slowly “wanked” her gorgeous plastic cock, occasionally pulling it back and forth so that the other end dragged roughly against her cunt.“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I fuck, I fucking love it! Filthy bitch, you dirty cunt,” she panted as she glared briefly at my grotesquely overstretched clitty-cock. Her body rocked violently before. .. was this place always this way? When I first came here with my Papa, did the shadow of despair hang over this place? I do not remember it being here, so when did it first appear? Oh, yes! Of course, how foolish of me, this place never recovered from the losses the Comte suffered! The chateau became a morose place after his first wife, Giselle and his eldest son, Anton died. I cannot even imagine his grief to lose not only those two, but his unborn son as well. Poor babe! Little Luis de. Lorena lifted her left knee high and placed it carefully down upon her daddy's sleeping form. Inching forward, she pushed the sizzling mound of her snatch against the base of his cock and luxuriated there for long, rapturous moments. But the urgency to be fucked was raging within her excited cunt, and she adjusted her position, sliding upward until she could feel the mammoth head of the prick nestling against her pubic hair. Lorena's right hand probed down and gripped the shaft, just below the.