1. Hippie Girlfiend's


    Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 97, Source: xHamster

    starts that is.” “Don’t they have a phone?” Denise asked as Irene went back up the hill. “Nope; they’re all afraid of the radiation. And they’re vegetarian by the way.” “Great, me too.” She said. “Really? Since when?” “Almost a year. I feel much better from it.” “Well you are looking great.” I said reluctantly. I wanted to fuck her again, but I knew that was never going to happen. Irene had character, brains, an outlook on life that really fit with me. But she was too old, and in love with Max. Olivia was the sweetest woman in the world, but somehow just too naïve. I didn’t think she was stupid; she just chose to view the world through her rose colored glasses because she liked it better that way. Of course, the fact that she actually wanted to live with me made up for everything. Olivia might be an airy-fairy hippy girl, but we were good together. I could love her; any man could love her. I was only afraid that it wouldn’t last, and I’d be heartbroken again. We had nothing in common except our love for the property and decent sex, both of which might or might not last. I followed my wife’s tight black ass up the hill. I wondered what she’d been doing with it during our separation; I didn’t resent her much. She’d been crap in bed, and so was I. Other than that, I still loved her. She was wearing a tight black leather skirt, and her long elegant black legs were bare. She’d been wearing open pumps when she got to the house, but she’d put on a pair of wellington rubber boots ...
    for the walk up to the pond. They looked funny under that hot skirt and sexy blouse. I introduced her to Max. She shook his hand; he was only as tall as her nose. “So you’re Max cock, the big man who never comes.” She laughed. “Ah, and you’re Denise, the black wife who left.” He replied with a grin. “Can I get you some wine?” “Definitely. I like your outfit.” “I like yours too.” He said, running his eyes up and down her long slim figure. A couple of hours later, we’d all eaten and had a bit too much of that wine. I was sitting in the middle of the bus talking to Irene about Olivia. She was trying to quell my doubts. “You may not realize this, but I’m pretty stressed financially.” I told her, “I can’t offer her any kind of security. I can’t afford c***dren, not now at least. I don’t know what she wants.” “Don’t worry about money, things have a way of working out.” Irene insisted. “Shit, look at that girl! Any guy would give one ball to be with her. Did she blow you?” “Yes.” “Was it the best blow job you ever had?” “Second best.” I said. Irene laughed; “You’re a good man, you just need a good woman.” “Where did everyone else go?” I asked. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, then turned her head to look towards the back. There was just a curtain covering the doorway to the bedroom that filled the rear section. It was very quiet. Irene looked at me, her eyes wide. We crept to the curtain and pulled it aside. Olivia was kneeling on the bed naked, her big breasts filling half the ...
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