He was an old chubby man, I am thinking in his sixties. I thought about it for a minute and then walked out to talk to him wearing only my sleep shirt.... I was so horny my nipples were sticking straight out and my pussy was dripping wet. He was about to leave when we met in the hall. He told me something then asked if I wanted something. I lifted my night shirt and showed him my pussy. We started kissing and he fingered me. He smelled bad and was dirty, his fingers were rough but felt good inside. She wondering what he would feel like. She wondered what it would feel like to have his lips kiss her, but she was afraid to kiss him. She had a few boyfriends, but it had never went past the kissing stage. She was very pretty, but just never found the guy that would make her heart beat like it was beating now. Wayne leaned over and lightly kissed her forehead. She gasped when his scent teased her nose. He smelled like Stetson and the outdoors. She smiled as he drew back. He got on to his. Slowly at first before upping the tempo until her bum cheeks slapped against my balls and thighs. I took the opportunity to play with her firm bouncing breasts. Claire started to swear and throwing her head back. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her fit body. Claire slowed her pace until she came to a stop, fully impaled on my twitching cock. Claire kept on telling me how beautiful I was and how powerful her orgasm was. As I stroked her heaving breasts, I told her how sexy she was.. And as much as it pained him to admit it, the reality was that she was like so many of his previous girlfriends in that she just didn’t appreciate his needs. With one nipple captured, it was the work of only moments to bring her other nipple first to attention and then to heel as he squashed it with the second clamp. Both nipples now decisively imprisoned in a jail whose freedom only he controlled, he stood back and watched as she arched her back again and again, trying to declare to him the.