1. Old man and Shoolgirls


    Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    her feet were bare. She dug her toes into the aptly-named shag-pile carpet and wiggled them. The smile was now a little more confident. Next came the jeans, exposing a disappointingly functional pair of knickers. I wondered if her surprise was the underwear of an overconfident wife! Her legs were gorgeous, though. Slim but not skinny, with nicely rounded thighs. I could see that she really did go jogging, though. She spun to give me a better view and I thought "she's planned this". Next was the sweater. She peeled this off in the approved manner but, to my chagrin, there was a T-shirt underneath with a pictogram that meant absolutely nothing to me (I discovered afterwards that it was very rude indeed). So far, I'd seen nothing more than is regularly on show in any city park, but the intimacy made it more exciting, and I noticed a certain stirring in my nether parts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jean leaning forward for a better view, although whether of her friend or me, I couldn't be sure. Fiona smiled, looked me straight in the eye, and peeled off the baffling T-shirt. Revealed was a sheer black brassiere that emphasized her young but beautifully rounded breasts to perfection. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the thin material and showed a state of engorgement that had nothing to do with the room temperature. At the sight of her excitement, my old man rose up and did likewise and I realised that, despite all my preparation, I'd done nothing to make it ...
    easy to get off. As Fiona turned away and slipped off those functional knickers, my hand slipped southward. As I half expected, what was revealed was the sheerest pair of panties one could imagine. Her firm (dare I say pert) buttocks were revealed, and the cleavage was clearly visible. When she turned to face me, I couldn't see a bun of dark hair through the sheer material, which surprised me for a moment. The line of her cleft was clearly visible, though. By now, my right hand was stroking myself through my jeans, but Fiona seemed blissfully unaware of this. Jean wasn't. She was still leant forward, but her eyes were definitely focused on my activities, not Fiona's. When Fiona removed that flimsy brassiere, first undoing it while showing me her delightful bum, then turning, holding it against her breasts and letting it float away, it was too much for my self-restraint. I unzipped my jeans and extracted my member, not without difficulty given its extreme stiffness. Fiona once again affected not to notice, and it dawned on my overheated brain that she was playing a part. I would have bet a fair sum that she was a star of school dramatics, and I would have won my bet. Fiona was now turned away again, teasing her panties up and down, but I was distracted by the absorption on Jean's face, only feet away as she stared at my hand-stroked willy, and by the disappearance of her right hand up her skirt. I almost missed "the moment of doff", as one connoisseur described it, when Fiona ...
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