Anne thought it was quite cute that they were wanking into her panties and would often leave some on top of the dirty washing for them to find.It was ...Saturday night and Anne had been asked out for a drink by the girls she worked with. Anne didn't really go out much she was fifty-six and most of the girls she worked with were in their twenties, but they had insisted so she got herself ready in a new dress and was waiting for a taxi.It was around eleven-thirty before she got back feeling very. Indeed, when I'm the charmingly presentable,respectable, and resplendently vagina-ed Mrs. Grayson, and Mr. Graysonbreaks our vows, due to his ongoing penchant for inseminating busty low-rent boy-slatterns, well, whose side do you think the judge will be on?While I recognize the importance of wedding planning, a girl needs toplan the befores and afters just as carefully. I don't have a fixedtarget number for husbands, but three seems reasonable. It's just enoughfor the whiff of scandal that. As I saw the first rays of the sun through the trees, her body started to shiver in an orgasm. As she came, I felt my body start to shudder. I suddenly exploded inside her. We collapsed in each other's arms as we basked in the afterglow.As the sun started to rise, I noticed that I couldn't seem to move very far from the tree. She looked at me and said, "I have conceived a child." I'm pretty sure that my face was expressing the shock I felt. How could she know? What would I do? I was sixty, with. "Pull out Peter. Honey, spread your lips for him. I want to get a video of his cock sliding into you." I fucked her slowly at first, but as her moans and words got louder I fucked her hard and fast. She was crying and laughing, looking down where my cock was slamming into her. She screamed, "Shoot your cum inside of me Peter. I want to feel your semen inside my fertile cunt."I hadn't fucked in over a month. When I shot into her it was a massive load. I collapsed on top of her, kissing.