I didn’t care about anyone seeing us, although I bet anyone with a pair of binoculars could have watched us from the village below our view. Milf sex Maggie untied the ribbon on her head, reset her ponytail, and retied it. Her whole body nearly went limp, but her hips continued to twitch like they were having a private seizure apart from the rest of her. My palm slid over a nipple, and I rubbed and squeezed as best I could. But finally, she forced herself to break from the embrace, and for a moment I wondered what was wrong. I would have fucked her right through her poodle skirt for all I cared; she fortunately lifted it for me, and I discovered she had already tossed her panties, too. She finally sat up, cupping my balls with her hand, rubbing them, gripping them.
