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THE REUNIONThe Reunion40th High School Reunion. My wife and I were both looking forward to the reunion. It was my high school reunion…but she wanted to meet the friends I had talked so much about.The day of the reunion, at noon time my wife got sick…so sick that it looked like we were not going anywhere except maybe the emergency room…After a two hour nap…and she never naps she was much better. Even ate some toast. Well she wasn’t in shape to go but I felt ok going without her.I arrive at the banquet hall where the reunion was through the side door. So that I nearly missed the check-in table. So many old classmates greeting me! And I had a hard time recognizing most of them! Shortly I made it to the Tap Room. There I recognized the woman I walked home from high school for two years. We were never a couple…that was my role in her life then and I had not seen her face to face since then.She was with her (6th) husband Ken. “Joe You recognized me by my boots!” I gave her a look…” No Joan I recognized you by your Facebook pictures”.She obviously set great store in those red cow girl boots.As we talked I noted. Not surprised how large she had become. Her face was bloated…her eyes slits…her heavy body dressed in the famous cowgirl boots, jeans a billowy top, sweater, jacket and scarf!Ken remained mostly quiet. Just showing a small smile occasionally.In due course we were joined by another high school chum: Tom.We had a good time long conversations: canlı bahis mostly generated by Tom, Joan and myself…Ken just making a remark now and then.We drank remarkably little. Had a nice buffet and finished off with the reunion cake.The banquet hall staff was clearing tables and many of the other attendees had already left.Addressing tom and me, Joan asked “Ken and I are staying at Hank’s house while we are in town. Hank is spending the weekend at the shore. Do you want to come over for some coffee? I hate for this wonderful conversation to end just yet.”Both tom and I agreed to come…but neither of us could stay long: my wife was waiting for me…and Tom had a retired postman’s habit of getting up early.When we arrived at Hank’s house Ken went off to make the coffee. Joan got real touchy and sentimental. Insisting on a three way hug with Tom and me.She kept saying how happy she was to see us after so long…it was obvious now that this was not just a hug…she was rubbing herself against us…at first you though it was an accident…then it became more insistent…She began to breathe heavily…to pant. Tom and I were both caught up in her passion. Soon we both had boners…tenting our dress pants.Joan noted our hard on with satisfaction and proceeded to give us hand jobs thru our clothes.She unzipped us both …murmuring “I haven’t fucked in months…”…she dragged my cock roughly out of my pants. All seven throbbing inches pointing bahis siteleri directly at her. Tom’s cock was shorter but was VERY stiff and pointed nearly straight up.“I haven’t fucked in years” He groaned..No one was undressed…just two guys with their dicks out and one overdressed heavy woman.With no more words. Joan undid her jeans pulled them down just enough to expose her ample ass …covered in very large. And baggy granny panties…She bent over to suck my cock and give me a hand job…as she did she pulled her panties aside exposing her ass and her very wet and VERY hairy pussy..“Fuck my pussy Tom…” she whispered. Tom had no trouble entering her wide entrance…so slippery with female juices… she pushed against him as he thrust into her…after much groaning and sweating. He came after a few minutes…almost recoiling away from her. As if she had ejected him after he came.All this time Joan was busy sucking and stroking my cock…When Tom cam she said…”Joe it’s your turn. Sloppy seconds…”As she said that my cock touched her lips one last time…and I jazzed all over her face…Only now did we three realize that Ken had been watching us for some minutes…When I shot my load all over Joan’s face… Ken came over and kissed her on her spermy lips…”Tonight we share your secret…Joan…”“Joan can give men pleasure. But she can’t orgasm normally…”Joan remained bent over…but she was tired so now supported herself on the edge of the bahis şirketleri table. Her jeans were still around her knees and her large ass just barely uncovered…her panties twisted to one side.Ken wiped my sperm off her face unzipped his pants revealing a short but extremely fat erect cock…he smeared my jizz on the shaft of his cock.He took the pussy juice and tom’s jizz from Joan’s sopping wet cunt and lubed her ass hole.He entered her butt and she groaned. And swore…it was a brutal fast butt fuck…but she made him cum fast by clenching her massive butt cheeks.He remained standing with his dirty cock…stained with her brown…his jizz, my jizz and Tom’s dripping offFollowing a silent command. Joan turned around. Got on her knees…with her panties till askew…her jeans down. Started cleaning Ken’s cock…This ritual aroused her as nothing had that night…She savored all the tastes and smells on Ken’s cock..Licking it carefully to get all the filth off the tip. She held his cock in one hand while the other plunged deeply into her very open …very wet, very hairy cuntShe had cleaned Ken’s cock completely…and now had it deep in her mouth…but it was so fat it made her gag. As she gaged she fisted herself…and had a massive orgasm. His cock shot out of her mouth as she came gasping for breath…writhing on the floor…still with her hand all the way up her pussy to the wrist.Then she passed out. Ken went on the floor and cuddles her whispering softly to her”Jaon…you needed that…it has been a long time…you need to let go more often.”Tom and I quietly zipped up and left…With one last glance behind as we left Joan woke up and was gazing into Ken’s eyes…”Yes I need to do that more often..”

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