Hairy Mature Laid In A Chair

Jim and I have learned one thing over the last Hairy few years of our sexual exploits. When we get a certain quality or intensity in our erotic response, it is best to pause and take note. Something important is always at our doorstep. That discovery is one of the coolest aspects in our shared experiences. Great desire, not just the normal erotic triggers, but deep down desire has proved trustworthy and a good indicator of something new and worthwhile coming our way. That’s exactly how this whole encounter with Mike and mature Kim feels. I don’t think Jim and I have ever found a couple so equally matched to us, and that leaves both of us wondering about the “destiny of our souls.” They really are special people and I might as well tell you, since we met them, I was constantly dripping. I mean, I changed out the Hardcore sixth pad inside my panties that day and was pretty sure it would also be soaked soon. Tomorrow both of our guys would be gone for maybe a couple Big Boobs weeks and then it would just be me, Kim and little Poppy. What were we getting ourselves into? —————— “Come on in you two. Mike is out back and just told me he put the steaks on when he heard you pull up. Jim, go ahead and take all those bags up to your room. Ash, want to help me get the drinks ready?” “Sure do! Got any Tanquerey?” “Oh yea! It’s Mike’s favorite. I’m more a Cuervo Gold gal. I’m not really into whiskey but I love its oak barrel aging. Wait... let me guess. I bet that’s what Jim likes too?” “Kim, if it’s not red wine then tequila or a margarita is nearly all he drinks unless he’s biking and then it’s beer. The hoppier the better!” “My goodness Ash. Same here. I can drink a whole pitcher of the stuff after a century ride! Wait... you said Jim bikes? Brunette Do you mean a bicycle?” “Oh yea. He ‘pushes pedals.’ I think he has 8 bicycles in the garage and is constantly buying and selling new ones. There seemed to Big Boobs be no end to the torture. “Me and my boys are going to mature break Hairy you!” Whatever excitement he felt was gone. A queer fag who had to beg to be finished while tied Hardcore to a chair against his will? Giving them both a taste of what was to come. She licked her lips, cleaning up some white jizz. Sonja came out of one of the back seats with a white and yellow frilled bikini that accentuated her Brunette tits amazingly. Good job that I don’t have any pubic hair as that would have been clearly visible. Her lifeblood sprayed across the room, spattering Zora and making her scream with wild abandon as her climax seized her. “Then I want you to watch while I fit his cock ring on for him. I love his taste, I crave it.