Lea felt him take a firm grip on her sides as he used the leverage to force his cock hard into her over and over. This was not a leisurely act of maki...ng love. They both were at the mercy of their primal urges; they were fucking plain and simple. Lustfully they were driving themselves toward their impending orgasm. The sounds of their sex filled the room. The wet slapping sounds of fucking meshed with the heavy breathy moans and grunts as they drove themselves further and further toward release.. " Is it important?" he repeated. "I really want to know." she replied. "How old do you think I am."He examined her, taking in to account the age of her son. "Probably 35 or 36, judging by your son's age. By your looks and all, most likely, around 24 or 25. I'd be surprised if you didn't get carded in some places. You could, if you chose, pass for a teenager. Yesterday, when you first got there, you were trying too hard. That was a give away. A girl with nothing to prove wouldn't have put on a. Newly single at 32, I went on a big tits rampage. I’d spent years with a set of C cups but throughout I’d harboured an increasing desire to get hold of some really big ones. By the time I moved away from the C cups, this desire had become a need.Once I was living alone again, the idea was simple: to search out the biggest, heaviest juggs I could find. The age, race, or body size of the woman never mattered and the face was certainly of no importance. All I cared about was the amount of titmeat. She had just been informed by Sven that her name had been decided upon. Saucy Lady ... Oh yes ... most appropriate! All the same, because she simply could not help it, Belle — bent over her Pony framework — moved with a natural, lithe grace. Her action was much admired by other stable hands . . . as was her body. “She’ll go far ...” “A real beauty of a Pony!” “What a superb mover!” “Just look at those hindquarters ...” Belle heard all the remarks, complimentary, of course. Though, it need.