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  • Plunging into her depth, I heard her gasp as I proceeded to once more take my fill on Holly’s succulent juicy hole. “Hmph, Hmph, Hmphhh.” Her breathy grunts rasping in time with my thrusts. “Sounds like your having fun babe.” Her sweaty cunt now getting sloppy and slick. I wet my finger on some of the goo and gently tickled her ruffled anal ring with it. Holly pulled away quickly and I slipped from her spunky crack. She looked round throwing her long hair back and said. “I’m not ready for that yet dad, please, don’t think I don’t want you dad. I’m scared Its the bad experiences recently, as you should know Matt. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking with my head, well not the one up top.” I said. trying to laugh off the embarrassment of my poor choice of timing cursing my own selfish needs. “Meantime big guy, you still have your girls pussy to fill.” she lay back down resting on her elbows with her creamy white ass pointing in the air. I knelt down, she whimpered before leaning back at me sheathing her delicious wet cunt onto my throbbing penis. I was waiting on the Friday evening as Holly arrived at Grange Manor lodge as arranged. The lodge belonging to an old friend who was only too Doggystyle happy to lend it out for our weekend family get together. Having told Jim and the others she had to be there ahead of them to arrange everything. Holly arrived wearing a short thigh length, red, knitted dress accentuating her 34B breasts with the tightness of its fit. Her short though immaculate legs encased in black fishnet stockings which showed these items off to splendid effect. Her red fuck me shoes had replaced the pumps she arrived in and made her petite 5’frame look 6” taller, making her tight ass wiggle seductively as she walked in front of me. Turning my cock to iron with me hardsex trying my best to avoid the thoughts I was having about hiking that dress over those swivelling cheeks and fucking her Chanel perfumed pussy right here and now. Her raven hair and ice blue eyes were dreamily framed by her pale skinned, china dolled face, her lips red and pouting. What a living doll she was. The grounds had the river to one side and thick woods on the other, perfect for what my guests weekend break would require.. Making my way to the patio 18yo I shook hands with Jim arab and Val . “Hello again how are you, Its been so long, Holly’s mum couldn’t be homemade here as she has a family matter to attend to. Sends her regards though. I said making excuses for my wife Karen's absence. No young Megan in tow this time then?. Too old to go with mummy and uncle Bill now Indian I take it!” I innocently enquired “Oh no such luck Matt, Megan’s not with us but she will be coming later with her aunt and her cousins. Way too boring to be travelling with us old folks.” Val announced, smiling over at her son. Jim, he was standing at the poolside bar, arm around Holly’s waist trying to snuggle into her neck while slipping his other hand over her pert ass cheeks. “You suspect everyone.” I rushed out of Indian the class, my cheeks red with embarrassment. As they stepped into their high heeled bedroom slippers and robes Kim noticed something. Trevor was five foot ten, but only weighed 140 pounds. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could have. He relented, telling Murph two real greeting codes; 'Are you hot? Jason watched her shake like a leaf hardsex in the wind. When my Master Doggystyle told me to treat him like a shy husband, it ignited something inside me…I think, as my first fantasy, I want to share some control. He could feel her wet pussy against his balls each time he bottomed out. “You're all alone, Christina,” she said, her homemade voice melodic. Heat radiated from her depths, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. Ashley immediately dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts down (I sleep 18yo in shorts). I thought that once it started she would get into it.” She bit at Cindy's titties as they pounded her, leaving teeth marks near her nipples in a couple of places. “Guanting! “This is the mass grave I spoke of. This time I'm not losing though. It struck my skirt right below my bellybutton. It will automatically respond to arab your thoughts, just as easily as your own arm and hand does, whenever you reach out to grasp something. by rat_race "Gah!