Right? Well, it has been so long for me, with my husband long since gone [he died young from drinking/smoking], and I know also that my daughter is not taking care of you this way, so let me say this: better to keep it in the family, right?”
I agreed silently, and showed her as I snuggled my face closer to her neck, my hands picking up their rubbing movements over her sumptuous breasts, her nipples rising again into my fingers, her pelvis and mine beginning to undulate, then find the rhythm which pushed her down as my cock rose inside her
Teen. Mae couldn’t hold herself up like that, so down she fell on the remaining few inches of a prick she had never known before: she squealed as I bottomed out, my wet pubic hair up against her buttocks, and my hands grabbing for those tits I had dreamed of! Oh, they were so full, so heavy, the nipples so big and pointy…now we were both turned on more, as she relaxed back against me, my prick full inside her, my hands caressing her mounds and my fingers her nipples, my mouth starting to gently kiss her exposed back and neck to me, nibble an ear, and begin exploring for the first time. As is normal, we then collapsed, bodies joined in the eternal ritual, thoughts swirling as to what we had done – and for me: when could we do this again! Mae answered that unspoken question by lifting one hand to hold my neck and draw my head down, where our mouths could also join in the answer: Soon
Mmf. . I couldn’t believe I was doing this
Right? Well, it has been so long for me, with my husband long since gone [he died young from drinking/smoking], and I know also that my daughter is not taking care of you this way, so let me say this: better to keep it in the family, right?”
I agreed silently, and showed her as I snuggled my face closer to her neck, my hands picking up their rubbing movements over her sumptuous breasts, her nipples rising again into my fingers, her pelvis and mine beginning to undulate, then find the rhythm which pushed her down as my cock rose inside her
Teen. Mae couldn’t hold herself up like that, so down she fell on the remaining few inches of a prick she had never known before: she squealed as I bottomed out, my wet pubic hair up against her buttocks, and my hands grabbing for those tits I had dreamed of! Oh, they were so full, so heavy, the nipples so big and pointy…now we were both turned on more, as she relaxed back against me, my prick full inside her, my hands caressing her mounds and my fingers her nipples, my mouth starting to gently kiss her exposed back and neck to me, nibble an ear, and begin exploring for the first time. As is normal, we then collapsed, bodies joined in the eternal ritual, thoughts swirling as to what we had done – and for me: when could we do this again! Mae answered that unspoken question by lifting one hand to hold my neck and draw my head down, where our mouths could also join in the answer: Soon
Mmf. . I couldn’t believe I was doing this
Right? Well, it has been so long for me, with my husband long since gone [he died young from drinking/smoking], and I know also that my daughter is not taking care of you this way, so let me say this: better to keep it in the family, right?”
I agreed silently, and showed her as I snuggled my face closer to her neck, my hands picking up their rubbing movements over her sumptuous breasts, her nipples rising again into my fingers, her pelvis and mine beginning to undulate, then find the rhythm which pushed her down as my cock rose inside her
Teen. Mae couldn’t hold herself up like that, so down she fell on the remaining few inches of a prick she had never known before: she squealed as I bottomed out, my wet pubic hair up against her buttocks, and my hands grabbing for those tits I had dreamed of! Oh, they were so full, so heavy, the nipples so big and pointy…now we were both turned on more, as she relaxed back against me, my prick full inside her, my hands caressing her mounds and my fingers her nipples, my mouth starting to gently kiss her exposed back and neck to me, nibble an ear, and begin exploring for the first time. As is normal, we then collapsed, bodies joined in the eternal ritual, thoughts swirling as to what we had done – and for me: when could we do this again! Mae answered that unspoken question by lifting one hand to hold my neck and draw my head down, where our mouths could also join in the answer: Soon
Mmf. . I couldn’t believe I was doing this
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