I yanked my shorts back up and she wiped her face with her shirt and pulled it back down.A couple minutes passed after we settled into the couch when ...harlotte walked into the kitchen. Her hair, much like her daughter's, was wrapped up in a towel. My cock, still going limp in my shorts, could help but twitch when it saw what she was wearing: a sleeveless grey cloth nightgown with pink trim that only went to right above her knees, with no bra on. I could easily make out the entire shape of her. Pulling her skirt up I got my hand in her knickers. She was soaking wet. Rubbing her clit she started to moan.“Not here, back to yours” we went round the back of the chalets up against the wall. Getting on her knees in front of me Sue began to suck me off. Up and down, licking my helmet like a lolly, she was good.“Is that good Bob? Just like that slut?” she sucked it harder. “Fucking hell Sue, you’ll make me come like that” I could feel my spunk boiling up every time she deep throated me. . More

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