1. LOST AND FOUND


    Date: 2/14/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Author: flyboyB4, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    it. When we broke the kiss I said, “I can’t get enough of you”. Her reply was in keeping with her mantra ‘as you think so you are’, “I’m sure I will surprise you”. Without further conversation, she started to soap me all over gently, thoroughly, with very deliberate movements. Once again, I thought, “Wow, this woman has had some experience in these many years”. As she turned me around to soap my back and butt, with her soapy hands she slid down the crack of my ass, and pressed her finger against my asshole. No wonder my cock was at full attention now. She lingered there for a few seconds, then turned me around again, and with her hands full of soap suds, stroked my hard cock and said, “Ooh I love your cock!” The water was washing the soap away as fast as she was soaping us up. Trying to return the favor, my hands full of soap I washed her tits, they became mountains of silk fondling them, holding them, tweaking the nipples as I washed them, feeling the slippery smoothness and moved my hand down to her hairy pussy. I lathered her up, and she spread her legs and cupped her tits while I let the water wash the soap out of her cunt. She reached up to turn the water off (it was getting a little cool), slid the door open, stepped out, and handed me a towel, that seemingly appeared from nowhere, and wrapped herself in one as well. My thoughts were running from one scenario to the next: “Was this a one time; is she going to drop me off at the airport? Should I offer to get a cab? How ...
    can I convince her to let me stay? Now that she was satisfied, are we through? Is it over now?” No sooner did the thoughts cross my mind, as she was drying herself off said, “David, if you haven’t already figured it out, I love having sex with you, and I want you to stay with me for as long as you want.” Was she reading my mind? Putting a finger up to my lips she said, “Don’t answer yet, let’s have some thing to eat and drink, OK?” She slipped on a terrycloth robe that was a beautiful light blue, (that also appeared from nowhere) and as she tied it around her waist, leaving her tits partially exposed, said, “Wait here, I’ll get you something to put on.” A moment later she came back with a sort of Japanese men’s kimono. I slipped it on, it was a little small and tight, and didn’t cover much, and padded after her towards the kitchen. I wasn’t about to ask where it came from. Two wine glasses were on the counter along with a plate full of crackers, and she was in the fridge getting the chilled wine. Out with the wine, came a couple bricks of cheese. She set everything on the counter, as we both settled on to the high bar stools. We munched, drank, and talked. We filled in a lot of the gaps of those many years .Surely not all, but none of either story was boring, just piqued our interest to ask the obvious questions. The one that I never saw coming was about her sex drive. “David, I could fuck you three or four times a day, and I could be eaten just as often, and my tits sucked ...
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