1. Hippie Girlfiend's


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

    beautiful young Olivia should want a guy like that. She could have any man she wanted. And she was young, a teenager for sure. The older woman and I sat in the dark, thinking about sex. Then she gathered up her things and went back up the track through the fields towards the bus where her man and girlfriend were waiting. They’d got the bus up there along a fire road, but there was a steep footpath from the pond down to my house. My land was a long strip that started at the main road and wobbled up through the hills. She came back a couple of times a week. It took a while before we started doing it together. I’d been alone for nearly a year. My wife had left me to live in the city; she said the farm was too remote, isolated, there was no one to talk to. Maybe she was right. I was happily spending evenings with Irene, who I had pretty much nothing in common with. “Can I have a kiss goodnight?” she asked me as she stood to go. “Sure.” I said, and got up in front of her without a second thought. In the darkness of the spring night, I couldn’t see the grey in her hair, or the creases around her eyes. But I could feel the warm strength in her slim body, the soft wetness of her lips, the small lumps of her breasts against my chest as her hands held me tight for five long seconds. Her mouth broke free, but her hands stayed on my back. Mine stayed on hers, too. Her boney hips pressed against me and I realized she must be able to feel my cock against her thigh, because it was suddenly ...
    stiff and hot. “Maybe I should stay a little longer.” She suggested. “Maybe.” I said, and kissed her again. I knew it wasn’t a good idea. She was wrong for me in just about every way; she was a left wing city woman in a relationship with someone else, she was too old for me, but she wanted it, and I wanted it. We stood on the porch for a while, exploring our feelings and each other’s mouths. What did age matter? Or cultural background, or political belief? She was a woman and I was a man, I had a hard cock and she had a soft damp vagina that wanted it. I pulled her into the house, and through to the bedroom. We stood apart as we undressed ourselves. The bedside light was on, I could see her quite clearly. Her skin was blemished, but she had great muscle tone. She was very lean. She had long smooth legs and thick curly pubic hair. She sat on the edge of my bed and I stood in front of her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her as she took my hot hard penis in her cool soft hands. It was good to feel that human contact again, the acceptance, the desire. She tickled my balls and bent down to take me in her mouth. That felt very good; my wife had only rarely done that. My cock quivered in Irene’s experienced mouth as she stroked me with her lips. I had to pull it away from her because I was going to lose control. She got onto the middle of the bed and I climbed above her, we kissed and fondled. Her breasts were fairly small, soft and sensitive. I sucked her nipples, then went ...
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