Darlene flipped several strands of flyaway hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and squinted to read the tiny letters with directions to our new home: some Godforsaken prepper hideaway in the western mountains. Mapmakers tend to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. She was like that--a stickler for details. Finally finished, she smiled. "Let's go!" She adjusted the mirror and put the Rav into gear. We were going to start a new life off the grid. Her soft and babe innocent musical voice accented her thoughts with honey and desire. To me, she sounded like exotic ear-candy. She was more than she seemed and used a different song for every mood and season. When angry, sarcastic sandpaper replaced honey as her words scoured lies and bullshit away from facts until only the unvarnished truth remained.? We met at a local tavern where we developed an pussy unlikely May-December relationship. She played the part of May at the youthful age of thirty-five. I fulfilled the role of Daddy December at the Grandfatherly age of sixty-mumble.? Through the process of elimination, we had become drinking buddies at our local tavern. I'm not sure "buddies" is the correct word. More often than not, we happened to be the last people still standing when the bartender bellowed out, "Last call for alcohol!" Initially, geography was our common bond. The tavern, built in the 1890s, featured a walnut and mahogany bar with an odd little 'L' shaped hook at the far corner of the saloon. The bar and a back wall of brick formed a naturally cozy alcove spacious enough to accommodate three orgasm stools. According to local legend, the original owner ordered the hook's construction to allow him to observe activities of untrustworthy bartenders while also keeping an eye on equally unreliable patrons. The voyeur and hermit in me loved the location, and I had it all to myself for several months until the day Darlene arrived. She also loved the strategic observatory. At first, I was annoyed at the invasion of my secret space. After a while, I looked forward to her company. Like commuters sharing an across-town bus, we got used to each other's presence on the installment plan. Familiarity grew comfortable, and silence gave way to conversation as we observed the ebb and flow of tavern life. It all started with casual flirting. Megan MILF She flirted. I was casual. Hell, she flirted with Lesbian everyone: men, women, and even the bartender's mangy tomcat. While I enjoyed the sometimes risqué banter, I never considered Darlene as potential girlfriend material. She was a young vixen, and I was an old wolf. He was currently eating number 7 and didn’t look like he was slowing down a bit. "What are you doing?"I demanded groggily. He squeezed her pussy with his right palm, as if squeezing the juice out of an orange slice! I immediately thought to myself, You're assuming that Pete having his dick inside of a foreign pussy for the first time ever isn't enough to automatically make him orgasm his ass off! ‘It’s just that we’ll be in room 82 tomorrow.’ The fact that he asked first and was polite about it earned him the bonus of his dreams, though he didn't know yet. I'll go to the hotel's manager if I can't find the little bastard," She shifted her weight back and forth numerous times while her hands were a whirlwind at her waist. Can you find your way home by yourself?” Her limp arms lay outstretched on the surface of the table and her breathing was still rapid. It was one of the greatest feelings in the world for me to have him seven inches deep inside me, pounding away like it might be the last opportunity to do so. She cannot raise over a couple inches from the table top. Charlie smirked and set his Megan now empty bottle now, "No? I used to be pretty subby but I'm kinda switch these days, you know?" At Lesbian least my pussy was no longer open. She was sucking this guys cock.. "She wants to know what you'll look like covered in my cum," he admitted bluntly. She now realized that you have to enjoy each minute, because you never know when it can be taken away. He hadn’t originally planned on doing anything MILF to her for the rest of the stay here, and yet, she still looked so hot just sitting there, completely naked. Everyone in the family was circled around me and Aunt Margie. When they arrived at her tent, she ducked inside, and as he followed, she pulled and pinned him to the ground, locking her lips to his in a probing kiss. “You had me worried for a sec there, I thought I was gonna be in so much trouble with your parents.” “Goodnight.” I replied, waiting a little too long for a reply before shutting the door behind me. babe Tina’s breakup only pussy expedited the whole matter,” she says with a bit of gleam in her eyes. "Oh fuck, feels so good,keep going ,uhhh yeah, uhhh yeah uhuh unhmmm!!!" As his lips drew away from Rhonda’s sexy mouth, the woman said orgasm it again.