" She moved her hands up to his shoulders and down his chest, over his nipples." She moved her hands up to his shoulders and down his chest, over his nipples. "You are an Ironman, aren't you?" Danny could only nod, and Jenny continued with the slow torture. As I watched this scene, I removed my throbbing cock from my shorts and began to squeeze it. I had never seen Jenny flirt like this, and I had never been hotter. "I've been thinking about lifting weights, too. I'm afraid aerobics and running won't be enough to keep me firm. I'm already beginning to sag like an old lady." "No way, Mrs. H.! You look terrific." "Well, thank you, kind sir. Say, if you can keep this professional, maybe you can give me some advice. Are there exercises I could do to prevent my breasts from sagging any more? Look." With that, Jenny untied the string behind her neck and on her back. She removed the bikini top as casually as removing a winter coat. Danny's eyes actually bulged as he viewed Jenny's round, full tits and brown, hardening nipples. He tried to blurt out something, but all that came out was, "Oh, Mrs. H..." "Oh, Dan, it's okay. I just want your expert opinion on a bodybuilding question. If you prefer, I can put my top back on, but then you can't see as well." I almost couldn't stifle my laughter. Jenny was obviously having a good time. When she lifted both tits in her hands, I shot a thick stream of cum across the porch to begin one of the best solo orgasms of my life. |