She had forgotten the postman, Peter, her only regular daily visitor! As usual the red van bustled into the parking space at the rear. With panic ...n her eyes she rose to greet the posty. Regardless, of her hair, in a trice she was back in the faun jumper, back to being the staid widow woman. he re-buttoning his shirt wondering if this dream was now shattered. Usually for Peter the postman, it was for him a welcome tea stop, in the warm kitchen, or at the very least a moment or two on the. I could smell her pussy juices. She wanted to waste no time, she quickly took off my pants. I laid in between her legs. She started breathing heavily. I told her that this will hurt. She told me she didn’t care she just loved me. Loved me? Loved me? How could she love me? I didn’t understand nor did I want to. I took the tip of my dick and I put it right between her lips. I slowly started to push. It wasn’t long before I reached her cherry. I decided not to go soft on her and I. More

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