After the first week at work was over I spent a lazy Saturday just looking round the town and doing some shopping. The next Sunday I decided to go for... a walk into the countryside as the town was a bit boring. I walked for a few miles through a wood and then across some fields before coming to a picture-perfect English village. There was a village green complete with duck pond, pretty houses with gardens full of flowers, a couple of village pubs, some small shops and a cricket ground. The sun. His sea of silky flesh and the ocean of anal lube parted as her gargantuan schlong filled him beyond measure. As his muffled protests grew louder, she stopped briefly.“I'm barely halfway in... Brace yourself, slut.”Ethan felt strong, latex-clad hands on his hips and Asha began pumping herself back and forth. The colossal cock began re-arranging his insides, sliding out a few inches and plunging home a bit deeper with each thrust. Her cock-head speared harder and further into his anatomy with. Where she led, I followed. I had no choice, but neither had I any desire to do otherwise. We stopped long enough at the door, for her to open it and allow us to enter. The room was small with, as might beexpected, a large bed that took up nearly all of the available floor space. In the corner, a large mirror sat atop a plain dresser.She stared at her image in the mirror. As she did, she ran a handthrough her thick red hair and smiled. And although I couldn't imaginehow it could be true, I. Was she going through menopause? So soon? She was only forty two!She was sweating profusely now, probably ruining her outfit as she sat in a miserable heap on the bathroom floor.But her suit wasn't a concern. What concerned her was her bra. The straps were cutting into her trembling flesh as if it was two sizes too small. She had to get it off! It was excruciating!She fumbled clumsily with buttons, removing jacket and blouse and letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor. Her breasts seemed.