Julie’s mind raced, his nose, his tongue and beard were working in harmony, each with its own little workstation. Indian sex Straight down the toilet with the condom, no mess, followed by a quick wipe with the special flannel, or as he called it, his Bell End Wipe
Julie leaned forward slightly allowing the opening in her housecoat to widen slightly, knowing as to where his eyes were. “Saturday again Gramp’s, you are always whistling and happy” Julie smiled watching him as he walked back it the house. Never had Bert come into contact with such a designer fitting pussy, he flinched from the pain in his shoulders; but continued, the pleasures to great to allow it to subside His momentum increased, sensing each and every contour of her inner pussy walls. You don’t know the meaning of the word” Bert mused adjusting himself for a better view into her gapping housecoat.
