1. Making the milf list 4


    Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    Honeywell's doorbell on a Friday night. She opened the door. "Hi, Sonny. You missed Sammy and the other boys. They are already gone." "I know. I was supposed to meet them but something came up." I held up my phone. "My phone is dead. Do you think you have a charger that would fit?" It was feeble but when you wanted someone to know you had another motive, then curiosity invited participation. A flimsy excuse creates curiosity about what you actually do want. Mrs. Honeywell stepped back. "Of course, come in, Sonny. Let me look." She did not ask why I did not just go home which was a positive sign. "A, Mrs. Honeywell, am I interrupting something? Should I be going?" She turned and smiled at me, at least when I lifted my eyes from where her ass had been to her breasts and then to her eyes, then I did actually notice she was smiling. "No, nothing. I was about to see what was on the tube or read a book. Nothing exciting. Sammy and Sam are gone so I am all alone." I followed her into the living room. She disappeared into the den. Mrs. Honeywell was a statuesque black woman, not the coal black of the African queen, the blended black of many American's which is so beautiful. Her skin was flawless. She was tall, nearly my height and looked me in the eyes in four inch heels. Her eyes were huge, wide but piercing, f***eful brown eyes that never appeared hard, always friendly, open and intelligent. She was dressed in a black dress spangled with blue and green acrylic beads woven into the ...
    fabric which made it sparkle and shimmer as she moved, as the light shifted over it. It was cut low on her breasts, showing her ample cleavage. It hugged her ass. I liked it. She returned with a charger. It matched mine and we plugged it in. I reflected that it would be good to have it in case my mother called for cock. I started to get hard and had to think about dirty socks and broccoli to make the bulge settle. If this was poker, I did not want to show my hand too soon; but then if it was poke her, I did want to show my head as soon as possible. I snickered. I glanced at the beautiful black woman in front of me and sobered right up. This was serious business. "I was just having a glass of wine to end the week. Perhaps you would care to join me? "Of course. Wine with a beautiful woman on a Friday evening? What more could a guy ask for?" "Being with his friends at a football game?" Mrs. Honeywell suggested, with raised eyebrows. She got a wine glass and poured me some wine. Our families all knew each other and it was tacitly agreed that we could all get booze from any of the houses in question but the parents would never be faulted for it unless they let any of us drive. They all drove us home once in a while. But booze was just a pass time. Learning to drink in the friendly confines of our families and seeing how adults used alcohol taught us how to drink so we would only get d***k occasionally for cause, not because we could. We never drove after drinking even a beer since ...
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