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Lesley part 31
Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Anal, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Les1111, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
thighs, I nearly burst out laughing...then he coils it right up me and I nearly go into spasm...it's fucking awesome. Pity we couldn't transplant his cock and tongue onto someone more.....'pleasant' on the eye...heeheeheehee" The two of them were nearly wetting them selves in laughter and didn't here Dot behind them listening in to their conversation. "Fuck sake...ya both shagging Mcpeevie. Think I'll have to get a piece if he's that fucking good." Lesley and Sylvia looked at each other again....and again burst out laughing. Oooooo Lesley lay in the bath, at home, looking forward to a quiet night. Her two abused holes were recovered nicely, and she thought about Kevin, the delivery man. He'd do for practice, she mused, and wondered how well hung he was. She thought what a size queen she was turning into, and chastised herself for it. Her memory went back to her former husband and how she had thought he was of average size. Judging by the dozen, or so, men she had had sex with recently, he certainly wasn't. In fact, on hindsight, he was one 'useless fucker' and not worth her now vanished anger. Her only regret with him was his absence from the boys lives. That was a shame. The cunt. Dressed in shorts and a little tight tee shirt she went downstairs and started with the tea. Dad was invited. The boys favourite, when they were all together, was shepherds pie, and that was what she was cooking. Her phone pinged. 'Kevin' was the sender.... "Hi sexy Geordie ... bird...u ok?" "Where you from?...n how old r u?" "Manchester...and I'm 33" "Your just a boy....Im old enough to be your mother!" "I'd love to suckle my 'new' mother" "Your terrible..." "No I'm not...I'm fucking brilliant!" "Says who?" "Me...haha" "Yea yea. Typical....all mouth and trousers.." "I'm up on Friday...fancy?" "Maybe...I'll see" "What you wearing?" "Saucy bugger!" "Just wondering what my Geordie milf is wearing...lol" "Shorts and a tee shirt." "What...no knickers?" "Nope" "I'd love a picture...pleeeese" "Send me one first...." "Ok" It took ten minutes for the phone to ping again. A picture message with a message along side...saying...'for you' She opened it, already guessing the content. She was pleasantly surprised. The photograph showed the man she recognised as Kevin, standing in a room facing a long mirror taking a 'mirror selfie' of himself, wearing only a pair of boxers, sporting an erection which was tenting the front of his shorts. She had expected a pic of his exposed cock. Another message read..."your turn" Her thoughts went back to when she had entertained the lads at the stag party and then realised that 'kevin' was a lot older than them. This was reassuring. She didn't want to get into something with someone too young. She applied a little make up and a really bright lipstick, combed her ...