Just as I get ready to explode, you slow down and Hairy gentle your touch.I had been working out mature granny of state for months, but I did plan on being home over the holidays, so I told her I would meet with her IF she checked in to the hotel I specified (one that I knew well and knew I would be safe there), and IF she would meet me in the hotel bar in the middle of the afternoon, and IF she would come alone.She set a slow pace to start.Once there, she immediately got on her knees in the tub.When I stepped up to her, she grabbed my cock and pulled me even closer.Evidently she had been here at least a couple of times, because the staff was very attentive to her and me, and understood very well what she would want.Fuck me Owl.I gasped, glaring at the two sycophants as they landed and peered into the palace.Her neck striated to hold back the cry, but she could not, and she sounded it out, ashamed, pure, and MILF joyous, and the class Hardcore cheered to hear it.This is your safeword ball, one of the women said.Rob turned to face her. Fine by me as he became a right ass after university and even his wife is a bit of a bitch, and don’t get me started on their spoilt ignorant as hell kids. My wife has got a single brother and unlike my own brother we get on really well, as close as my own brother used to be. He is only 26 years old, always between jobs and until recently, women. He has managed to hold down a small flat closer to town than myself and my wife but of late he has had a bit of a slump with women. Not that he would have much difficulty pulling a woman at a local bar as he granny is a good looking sucker and could smile his way into fort Knox. It’s just that lately he’s been getting a bit down with himself at not being able to hold down a relationship like the one his sister and I have, instead ending up with some drunken abusive nut job. He has come to stay with us quite a few times lately and I know my wife enjoys the fact that Matt ( his name by the way) and us share a common interest in just about MILF most things and I have made her brother aware that he is welcome Hardcore anytime at our mature house. It was on one of these nights that my story takes place and in the tale I will give my account of what happened intertwined with what my wife in her own words remembers. Here we go.On a rainy night in...’The Middle’ Daniel It was about 6 o’clock on a Saturday, and the heavens had opened. Rain lashed at the windows and my wife and I had already decided to have an alcohol fuelled night of lovemaking. There was sod all on the TV again and Hairy we had put on one of our favourite playlists from the CD system, it starts with a few hours of upbeat tunes and slowly gears down to a concoction of the best of Marvin Gaye love songs and any of the slow ‘get your thing on’ love songs we own. Our bedroom was on the opposite side of the hallway to the living room and more often than not we would come straight in from work and chuck on a pair of Pyjama’s to relax into.