BECKY!##### Part 11-A - Knocking mature at the Back Door #####I reclined on the bed, stretching like a cat, taking it british all in. I was excited, and a little frightened, but most of all I was filled with a powerful sense of love and lust for this woman who had changed my life.He gazed at her with a wary look as she approached, her hips rolling like a belly dancer.They are studying acting.Mkay, I don't MILF have a lot of words.You're not a virgin any longer!Ok. Larry give Blackie the bag.Jean looked back at Ashley’s uncertain stance, then looked back at Frank and gave him a mom little shake of the head, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.It is my party, after all.I groaned again as my hips involuntarily rocked back and forth, dragging his hardening member between my lips.Still covered in piss and cum, I knew I’d have a real challenge pulling Solo them back on.before one hand flew up to cover her mouth.All the while, Carly advanced on a stunned Nikki, wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her in to a passionate kiss, while at the same time sliding that purple monster up the inside of her naked legs. Baby Courgettes-------------------One afternoon Ryan phoned me at work and asked me to join him and a few of his work colleagues at a pub near their workplace. I’d agreed before I remembered about the digital photo frame that he has on his desk at work. I was a bit nervous as I walked in but, thankfully, no one mentioned the photo frame.After about an hour another of Ryan’s colleagues joined us, apparently he’d had to go and do a bit of shopping for a meal that MILF he was preparing later that evening. I’d had a few drinks before the conversation got round to me and of course the photo frame. I went bright red as they talked about what they’d seen.It got worse when someone asked if the story about the golf balls was true. If I hadn’t been on a bit of a sexual high and not had 3 or 4 drinks by then I would probably have died of shame. As it was, I Solo said, Yes, that’s true; mom it’s shame that we haven’t got any here. As I was saying that I really did hope that no one produced any. They didn’t but the man who’d arrived late bent over and pulled a bag of baby courgettes out of his shopping bag. Fuck no! I thought as my face went all red because I just knew what Ryan was going to say.He did and I had to sit on the front edge of my seat mature and lay back while each of his colleagues took it in turn british to see how many they could push up my hole. Of course the number depended upon their size but the most that anyone got in was 4; and they wouldn’t stay in, much to the delight of my little audience.I had to sit on Ryan’s lap on the bus on the way how. Not because it as crowded, but because I needed to have the real thing inside me as quick as possible.