As we lay in bed cuddling my wife asked me about my night. Now I really was making love to Charlotte. Milf sex She stood up facing me and lifted one of her knees up to my waist. Next she wanted to know if she was a good kisser. I had been thinking of making love to Charlotte ever since I had seen her at Thanksgiving time when she delivered a pumpkin pie to me that I had bought from her class bake sale. I couldn’t help but plant a kiss on it and then lick her pussy. If anyone asked I could just tell them that I was her grandfather, after all who would ever think that a lovely eighteen-year-old beauty like Charlotte would be romantically involved with a sixty-five-year-old guy like me. She helped me wash my cock and balls real good then she knelt down and started sucking my cock.
