She was jogging on one of the treadmills, two porky middle age guys working on stationary bikes directly behind her with smiles on their faces. Milf sex I smiled to myself then fell back asleep. She was stunning. Which does not sound like much, but psychologically made it seem as though we were on opposite sides of the universe during the day. Did not know how to read it. She laughed, “you do seem to have an attraction to my boobs, don’t you”, extending her hand, “ Hi, my name is Connie”. So I ordered a drink and began to turn away from the bar when my elbow went right into a firm cushion of a boob attached to that stunning red head. “Was that your wife?” she asked as her warm swollen lips touched mine. It will help us stretch the moment, so to speak.”
“Is it legal? The next morning I woke up and Connie was gone, just two bottles and a note. Then my cock made its entrance.