Martine, Leon the neighbor and his cherries! It's the weekend, I went for a walk in the forest, hoping to find a nice enough jogger to suck. My wife Martine stayed home to enjoy the sun, it's beautiful. She's lying on the deckchair in her little flared skirt that she's lifted well above her knees? to enjoy the sun. At home, she usually doesn't wear a bra to be more comfortable, and her transparent white blouse makes her even more beautiful! She's quietly enjoying a nice cold Blond beer. With her eyes closed, she remembers last night's party, when in the "69" position, she was sucking me greedily. I really made her come with my tongue. Shivers run through her body, she can't help but slip her hand under her panties and rub her wet apricot. Hmm, that's good, she's still hungry, she's really wet! She slips two fingers into her vagina and brings them to her mouth to lick them. As she gets older, she's getting naughtier and naughtier, too bad I'm not as efficient! She takes another sip of her beer and closes her eyes to regain her dirty thoughts. Awakened from her daydreams, she hears footsteps on the gravel. Already François? He was supposed to be doing his 15 km walk, and now he's only been gone 45 minutes? She sees Léon, the neighbor from down the driveway, arriving. Sixty-something, average height, a little plump, but always clean-cut. Dressed in baggy khaki shorts and a plaid shirt open over his hairy chest. He's holding a dome of very red cherries. He's the one who watches over our house when we're on vacation, so of course he has the access code to the gate. "Ah, you're here, Martine, I didn't know, otherwise I would have come by later! I'm bringing cherries, I have loads! If you want more, you can come and pick them, I'll hold the stepladder for you. I'm alone, I'm afraid of falling!" "That's nice! It doesn't matter, you were right to come by! Do you want a beer?" "Oh yes, my throat is dry, and now, seeing you so beautiful, it does things to me!" "Oh, you big rascal, I'll get your beer!" Martine gets up, unintentionally spreading her legs to get off the deckchair. She doesn't forget to look at Léon's crotch, who clearly has a good erection. Léon is happy, he was able to see the tops of his neighbor's legs. He's already had the opportunity to rub her a few times while messing around with her when François is away. She lets him caress her buttocks easily, but he never dares to go further! Martine has had two beers, hers was empty. She took the opportunity to take off her panties, she wants to have fun with Léon! "Here, my Léon," she says, giving him his beer. Then, she stretches out on her deckchair with her legs bent and raised. Léon sits opposite her on a rattan armchair. He has a view of Martine's bare ass with her rounded buttocks. So, he takes a long gulp of beer, Martine playing, she opens and closes her legs, gently while talking. Léon's penis has swollen. He leans forward a little to see better, leaning on his elbows. He wants to look away, raises it and falls on her chest barely hidden by this transparent blouse. He admires her very pink areolas where her tips, as wide as a little finger, stand out right in the middle! Martine looks at him smiling, she knows he's ready! "Aren't you hot? If you want, you can take off your shirt, I'll hang it out to dry!" "Yes, I'd like to, and François, will he be home soon?" "Oh no, he'll still be an hour and a half! Well, I'm going to take a quick shower, I'm hot! If that tempts you?" "Why not, there's room for two?" "Yes, follow me!" Léon downs the rest of his beer, and follows Martine. Arriving at the end of the corridor, Martine undresses without waiting. Léon does the same, he takes off his shirt, his shorts and his boxers. Martine looks at Léon's erect penis. "Go ahead, go ahead, I can put liquid soap on your body if you want, and you will do the same to me?" The Italian shower is large, (2.00 x 1.00 M) Martine adjusts the mixer and begins to water Léon's body. After having wet him well, she coats him with liquid soap while massaging him lightly. She did his back, his shoulders and goes down to his bottom. She coats her hand with soap and runs it between his thighs. Léon is leaning against the tiled wall, he's hard as a young man, he thinks he's dreaming! Her hand slides into his ass crack, stopping to rub his anus. "Come on, turn around, I'll do the front side!" Léon turns, presenting his stomach to Martine. She massages his stomach with the gel, then his chest. She looks into his eyes, smiling. Léon's penis slaps Martine's thighs. She looks at Léon, saying, "Don't worry, I'll take care of him too!" She takes a good squirt of soap and starts to slide her hand over his member. She uncovers it and jerks him off a li ...

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