Milf With Big Soft Tits

Margaret and loved being a milf and stared at the boy closely, wondering why his voice had sounded so nervous. It seemed as if he were keeping something from her but perhaps she was being unfairly suspicious. As long as he did his work, in bed or out, she had nothing to complain about. For the moment she would put her suspicions on the back burner and enjoy the boy's passionate attentions.

Margaret undressed herself quickly, knowing that there was little time to waste. She and John had been careful in their lovemaking and so far had operated in perfect safety. It was frustrating never to be able to spend more than an hour or two together but it was a compromise that couldn't be avoided.

Standing naked before her young lover, Margaret watched the handsome lad strip himself to the skin. His prick was hard already as it emerged from his underwear, dark and filled with pulsating blood. His trim body was as muscular as ever, his skin pure and unblemished. As they sank onto the old couch together Margaret knew just what she wanted to do with the boy, just how she was going to extend his erotic horizons that day.
But all that could wait, especially as John seemed more anxious than ever to get into her that afternoon. He wrapped his right arm tightly around Margaret's naked shoulders and then kissed the older woman, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth and pressing his thin lips passionately against her.

They held the kiss for a few moments and then Margaret felt the boy going for her tits. She shifted her position slightly, giving John a better angle at those tantalizing boobs. His fingers went right to work on her sensitive nipples, stroking and fondling the soft pink tissue, turning her on immediately.

He had come a long way in their month together, Margaret decided, had become a consummate lover without losing any of his adolescent passion and enthusiasm. No older man could get her that hot and bothered, not even a man as virile as Jim Hansen. It looked like another good afternoon for both of them.

Then the boy's head was lowered to Margaret's chest and she could feel his lips affixing themselves to her big soft tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, stretching it almost painfully until it had darkened and puckered between his lips. Margaret remained completely passive, letting the boy do all the work, knowing that she was in good hands with her young lover.

She felt his hand sliding down her midsection, stroking and caressing her soft pale skin. Soon his fingers were cupped around Margaret's blonde bush, separating the golden tresses and working their way into her dripping vulva. She was wet already in record time, all prepared to service the lad's throbbing meat.