Good, and granny by the way, you wet yourself.I thought I better not, but Alex insisted so I fixed myself a bourbon and coke.***** That evening Hailey got to the kennels and after meeting Marge they went into the main part of british the kennels and they were both amazed mature by the transformation the men had made to the performance area.Just as she was about to pass out, everything stopped?I paused for a minute.I caressed her hot folds, gathering her sweet cream.>< Thank you, Daphne.Would that anal play be all right?She wasn't look forward to it, the few times she'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her quarters for each trip.I whimpered and tightened my legs cougar around him.I was tired of this dread.What did you say?I then asked her to open her mouth, and I placed the slice of lime between her lips. She had her right leg straight and her left flexed and splayed aside giving me access to her snatch.I pounded her deep as I felt my cock spring back to life for what anal play seemed like 5 minutes and the torrent once again let loose as 3 ropes of cum flew cougar into her in weaker spurts, she moaned as her 3rd orgasm of the morning took over her. I had a sailboat that was at a marina on a river that lead to Lake Ontario. The marina had a outdoor bar and many nights live music. This particular night granny I walked over to the bar to listen. I had my two dogs with me. Dogs were forbidden on the deck, so I stood off the deck and listened. The dogs were a small breed and brought a lot of attention. british They were Havanese. Their names were Zoey and Butch. Three women came down to chat with me about my dogs. It was a regular occurrence, people asking me about the dogs. They were all pretty drunk, but one was mature really plastered. She stumbled when she walked and slurred her words. They told me their names were Linda, Carol and Sue. Sue was the plastered one.