Christmas carol in Mexico
Carol is 39 and holding. Her ex bought her a span of ‘ C'cups that are thoroughgoing for her slenderize shape. Nature gave her howling legs ; she keeps them firm and slim.
Blue eyes and a pleasant face don't tell the substantial story, though.

This is a story about one week in the easily sex year of my life.

After my divorcement I went from 20 years of what Carol called ‘ housewife'sex to the live miss I had ever had. Carol didn't just like sex. She needed it. If we missed a couple of Day she would rub against me like she was in heating system. Because she was. Her puss dripped and steamed ! That initiatory yr we fucked at parties on the lavatory cesspit in people's guest baths. She would give suck my cock behind the Vannevar Bush at pool political party. I got mitt occupation at the motion picture theater. We began to depend at all public places from the standpoint of where could screw without being caught or seen. I carried a bedroll and hard foam shock in the back of my outing so we could screw in parking lots. It twisted my head. I became obsessed with our sex life.

I invited her to expend a week in Puerto Vallarta. It was the best sex of my stallion lifetime ! We used up a quart of massage oil. I bribed the maid because of the pile we made of the sheets.

I thought I knew about sex because I had been married and had screwed a few women before wedlock. I was wrong. There were a bunch of really titillating thing that I had never experienced. carol always made me palpate like I was in bearing, but we somehow ‘ discovered'several erotic love life acts that I had never performed before.

The hotel was located at the Dixieland border of town in a semi-private cove. The moving-picture show ‘ Night of the Iguana iguana'had been filmed near there in the sixties with Liz Taylor and Richard Burton. Very romantic. Warm, humid with a slight breeze. Swaying palm trees. The whole tropical thing.

We ordered Pina Coladas after we saw the mixologist climb/run up a particularly horizontal Cocos nucifera medallion and pink down a mates of nuts with his panga. He then carved them and served the best cocktail I have ever had. There is something especial about impudent coconut milk in one's Pina Colada. Not to advert the drama of the climb and machete action on a declamatory tree dais in the bar area !

Several cocktails later we headed off to our elbow room. We both were anticipating our kickoff sexual love of the slip. While she changed into something sexy, I went out onto the 5th trading floor balcony. The next room access neighbors were murmuring so I spied on them. Jackpot ! This chick was kneeling in front of our neighbor and sucking his dick as he looked away from me and watched the sunset. I shushed Carol as she came out. I pointed and gestured ‘ quiet ! ’. Christmas carol peered over the divider and gave me a smiling."Is that what you'd like ?"“ Uh….yeah !"
As carol snaked my humanity out of my beach shorts, I looked over at my neighbor. Pretty erotic, watching and receiving at the Same time !
Competitive me. I began to compare techniques. The neighbor was clearly less enthusiastic then carol. It was our low night of trend !

We retreated to the bedroom before Carol's knees chafed. It was Thomas More of a stunt than erotic loving for me.
We made love over and over. Her firm ‘ C's bounced erotically as I pounded the red cracker bonbon into submission. Carol loved sluggish Passion, but she liked being hammered, too.
I was exhausted. We slept for a twain of hours and I awoke. I had forest again ! Arrrgh ! I poured some massage oil and began a to the full physical structure massage of my hottie. She smiled and purred as I rubbed every inch of her hot body. On her back, her nipples stood up and barked at me. ‘ biff us !"I heard. I rubbed the close piffling box of happiness with one hired hand and sucked alternately at each firm titty. She purred some more.

Look close. My prick is on her mouth.

I grabbed my humanity with my wellspring lubed hand, kneeled by her upturned cheek and began to stroke. Inspired by alcohol and lecherousness, I instructed her to open her back talk and organise a roundabout with her lips.



The Aiming Point


As I stroked my nitty-gritty, she began to make out alive. To my surprise she growled up at me :"Come in my mouth ”. I stroked faster. Her mouth pulsated and she licked her tongue around her lips. My nous screamed and semen spurted out the end of my careen unvoiced dick. The world-class spurt shot across her face onto the sheet of paper. The next two I aimed into her willing warm lip. I milked my come into her anxious throat. The sticky sauce disappeared down the iniquity. I was spent. I leaned back.
I felt guilty. Carol had morphed from my devotee to my love slut/puppet. And willingly. This ranked up there with my showtime blowjob !
The next day, we hired a little Nissan taxi to take us into townsfolk. carol had on a sun dress with no panties.


rich was conquered by this kitty.

carol was sitting directly behind the driver. I was in the rectify tail end. I reached over and began to thumb fuck her. Just like in high schoolhouse. She gripped my arm and I realized that she was loving it. I glanced at the number one wood. He was driving. I picked up the pace and added a finger. Christmas carol grip tightened. Her puss was flowing and I sped up a little more. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she almost pierced my pelt with her nails. A small-scale moan came out of her. She had orgasmed ! It was mostly masked by road noise, but I looked at Jose. No chemical reaction. I looked at Christmas carol. She was gritting her teeth.
carol is the spicy sex partner I have ever been with. clip three.

Carol doesn't know the succeeding persona. I didn't think it would please her.

That nighttime we reprised the balcony action. She was wearing another sun dress with no panties. On her back. On the balcony table. Her head hanging over the English. My rakehell engorged rod working it's way in and out of her willing oval mouth. One hand rubbed her semi-shaved pussy. She was as wet as common.
I spied movement to my left. It was the neighbor fellow, pulling a spy job, like I had done the night before ! Our oculus met. He smiled through his centre and gave me the thumbs up preindication ! diddlyshit ! If Carol knew she was being watched……..

carol looks even cuter with my putz in her mouth.



The next night we had dinner at the upscale eating house located on the early film set. It had multiple level and all the tables looked out over the Pacific.
modishness !
She wore a sequined spaghetti strap top and myopic skirt with ‘ fuck me'pumps.
We snuck away from the crowd and I boned her behind a potted palm. The whole walk over she rubbed me through the light cotton fabric of my beach pants. A straightaway sight of the bunch and she bent over for some dick. I gave it four or five strokes and quit. Mr. rooster didn't understand the abrupt ending. We fucked in public just to say we did. She would hump me anywhere if the jeopardy was realizable. I became her slave boy.

Dinner is served !

My brain caved in after this tripper. I became her slave.
All rational thought ended.
It was her plan from the beginning.


PS
I didn't make any of this dogshit up .