I looked at my wife. Indian porn Pauline paid the price for that. This was news obtained second hand from our customers. As her breathing came faster I rubbed faster, Pauline lifting her crotch to meet my fingers. This time I decided to leave her cunt juice and my cum coating my cock. How do you expect to finish those in the 20 minutes drinking-up time?”
“Dunno,” she replied
“Look, drink what you can, but at 20 past 11 the rest goes down the drain”
She nodded drunkenly. She responded, hard and long, her lips soft and yielding her tongue probing into my mouth. I lifted her skirt, exposing her beautifully rounded rear and flexed my knees so I could push in to her cunt. That was the point at which I watched her rear departing and, in spite of the sway, and the clothes that were past their best, I realised she should have been a stunner, even at 50. She pointed, speech having been abandoned and I guided her towards it. I found a neat, trimmed mound surmounting a warm and very wet cunt. She stumbled regularly and I had to hold on to keep her upright. We rounded the bend and were now out of sight of the pub when she stumbled again.
