She had a bikini on, with a pair of cut-off denim shorts over her bikini bottom. Another thing I had in common with every other 18 year old was that when my cock got hard, it got rock hard, and I could come three or four times a day if I felt like it. Milf sex Louise was devastated, and for a week, she cried all the time and wouldn’t eat, just lying in her room, like a hermit, while I sat and wished I could help her get over him. Once I had gotten a little control over myself, I began to lift my own pelvis a little, to meet her with each stroke, and she even giggled a little, as we adjusted to each other, until we got the timing right. I lived with my parents, and my sister, Louise, who was exactly a year older than me, right down to the month. “Did you forget?” she asked right back, “She’s gone down the coast to spend some time with Dad.
