And this is where I awoke. Milf sex . . . … Grace began to rock in my lap and threw her head back giving my hungry lips access to her hard pink nipples. Determined to discover their secret I lingered all the longer and chatted to most of the group before noticing there not so discreet stairs and less than subtle glances all focused in one particular direction. It is almost sad to say she felt like a much cherished memory now. She looked naturally pretty but not stunning or spectacular yet I could not take my eyes off her. She pushed off the junk that was on top of it and then grinned at me cheekily as she peeled off her dress and removed her bra then wiggled out of her panties and wiped the table over with them and tossed them aside. Shouldn’t I be awake? As I look back I am unsure how that old wooden chair with its plush cushion base withstood such a hammering.
