As I felt the incredible heaviness and firmness of her mature breasts, I felt my cock twitch inside my pants, and begin to press against that massive ...heavy ass of hers.“Ohhh, beta, ohhh, beta...” she sighed, as she leant back, the bun of her hair resting on my shoulder, as she closed her eyes, genuinely loving the feel of my hands on her mature breasts. Conscious of my surroundings, I glanced at the open door of the living room, for anyone entering the house had a clear line of vision into the. ‘She must have had a really rough weekend,’ he thought to himself.He put his hands on her head as she sucked him completely into her mouth. He could feel her throat constricting around the head of his cock as she tried not to choke on it. Frank moved his hands lovingly through her thick black hair. He loved its silky smoothness. This time, however, her hair was damp and sticky. He raised his hand and looked at it, flexing his fingers. His hand appeared to be covered in hair dye. Or blood!“Oh,. “Okay now put your arm out to your side,” Chris told her, “I am going to pull on it to stretch the muscles and this may hurt just a little.” A minute later I heard her say, “Oh, I’m sorry.” “That’s okay honey,” Chris replied, “any time you want to touch or hold or even squeeze any part of me please feel free, I need you to be comfortable and at ease.” I imagined that her hand had touched his dick as he said to her, “I told you that I would get an erection, didn’t I?” “Yes you did and you. To find a place with chirping birds and grass that didn't itch and blue sky and gentle breezes where we could make sweet, gentle love without a care in the world. But it wasn't.We paid our $2 each and entered the park.There's a section that has some sand and is treated as a beach. There was the usual assortment of noisy children running around with everything from air mattresses to inner tubes to swim fins with or without masks and snorkels to the young ones with the water wings around their.