1. The postman cums twice 1


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the open flap of her top. It was obvious that she knew I was checking her out, because she leaned over a little further, just enough to let her top fall away to reveal the entire erect nipple to my greedy eyes. Her hand brushed lightly across my ass cheeks. Well, hell! If it was good enough for her, it was good enough for me. I returned the favor by grabbing one of her cheeks. Fred was way back in the camper, stowing stuff in one of the overhead bins and couldn't see us at all. I got a little bolder and expanded my exploration of his wife's ass by rubbing it very lovingly, all over. When Connie only seemed to enjoy what I was doing, I gradually got bolder and bolder. My hand went further down, to stroke her upper thighs and tested her reaction to my fingers lightly touching her crotch. Assuming that her moan meant she didn't mind if I went ahead, I did. Her hand was now inside the waistband of my shorts and reaching lower. As my heart beat faster and faster, I wondered where this was leading. Fred was still intent on his packing and hadn't bothered to respond. "Did you hear me, Fred? I said you guys will have to take Julie with you today." "Yeah. I heard you", he answered gruffly. "What kind of plans did you have?" Connie was now dry humping my leg. "Oh, you know. Just plans. Hope you don't mind". My hand was now really going to town on Connie's ass. Every time she said the word "plans", her crotch would push back against my hand and wiggle against it. I was wondering if I ...
    had the balls to unzip my shorts and give Connie something to play with, right there behind her husband's back, when I felt the pressure on the back of my hand. For a moment, I froze, trying to understand what it could be. Connie's head was in my line of sight, so I couldn't see what or who was behind her. Then Julie spoke up. "Hope you don't mind, Dad. Just think of me as your designated driver. You and Unka Howie can drink all the beer you want without having to watch for cops all the way home. It was Julie who had my hand trapped against her mother's ass! How much had she seen? What did it matter? There was damn little doubt about the fact that I was seriously groping her mother's ass in broad daylight, a few feet from her father. Then a further realization struck me. The back of my hand doesn't have the same degree of feeling as my fingers, so it took a while to realize that it was Julie's crotch against the back of my hand, pressing it into her mother's ass. My back already realized that it was Julie's firm tit that was pressing into it, just left of the spot where her mother's tit was burning a hole in my arm. Had I died and gone to heaven? Was I hallucinating? What kind of relationship did Julie have with her mother that allowed the two of them to make a sandwich with my arm as the hot dog? Was I going to cum in my shorts? (These and many other questions will be answered shortly, dear reader. Just hang in there. In case you are impatiently asking, "just where the fuck is ...
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