THE HOTTEST SUMMER: GILF MARIBEL (I)

THE HOTTEST SUMMER: GILF MARIBEL (I)That day the morning announced his arrival with a strong wind. A preamble of what would be the typical hot and hot summer day. It had been many years since I had stepped on the sand of a beach. I have always been overwhelmed by the crowds with their coming from the water to the sand or with their hustle and bustle of towels and fridges that they came with to spend a hot Sunday by the sea.I had been in town for a few months and my social life was limited to taking a walk or shopping for the week. It was on one of those walks that I came across her. Arrive at the church square ready as every day that you went out for a walk to enjoy a good coffee and the views of mature and older women passing through the area. I was especially excited and kept alternating the vision of the doors of the temple with that of the asses and saggy tits bahis siteleri of the women who came punctually to the religious service at seven o’clock. I was waiting for my erection to go down to get home, watch a video and jerk off to give way to a good stream of milk to relieve me.And that’s where I saw her the first time. I noticed her from a distance as soon as she entered the plaza. He was with another woman, also older and of an age similar to his. They sat down on a bench in the plaza. I got up to pay for the coffee. And while the two chatted oblivious to everything that was happening around them, I passed right in front of them without fixing their attention on me, sitting on one of the benches that was right in front of them and close enough to hear their conversation. I was about to enjoy that charming beauty that comes from the woman in the form of ripe canlı bahis siteleri fruit.They discussed their plans to go to the beach that same Sunday. They did not know what swimsuit to wear, whether the black they both bought on one of the trips they made to Benidorm and which was always elegant, or those they wore the previous summer, which were no longer in fashion. Anyone who overheard the conversation about their swimsuit preferences would surely laugh. Two older women planning a Sunday on the beach and thinking about what swimsuit to wear. But anyone does not feel the same attraction, desire and fascination for these women that I have been feeling for some time now.I raised my head from the cell phone and her gaze met mine for a few brief moments. I can still describe in detail the figure of that woman over 60 years old, as if they were the parts into canlı bahis which a plane is divided. It was very meaty. Her body was large and with very pronounced curves. The imposing hips and marked by a black silk skirt with folds that were swollen by the blowing wind and by those enormous and fascinating thighs that looked like two prisoners in a prison and from which they were going to escape bursting out of that skirt.Her hair was short, with blonde tint. She wore a ponytail with bangs and loose strands that gave her a modern and youthful look. Her breasts were exaggeratedly large and overflowed inside that bra she wore and in which her nipples were marked in the brown blouse she was wearing. The hands, resting on her open legs, guarded that veteran and appetizing rabbit.If he wanted to fuck a grandmother for the first time, he would have to think about how to get her attention. When I got home I went into the shower and made what I think has been the best jerk of my life. On the next occasion, and with her as the protagonist, hot milk would no longer be lost through the shower drain …