GILFS - * tales for active women

them and managing to remove the much-desired seal. Living in Groveland, a big city, but where many people knew each other, the news spread and thanks to that he defl

and who many years ago had been married by proxy to an Italian who lived in the United States and owned a vast farm where fruits of vario

. He saw that the women worked at home, in the orchards and the men in the city, with the rare exception of women who went to work in facto

had bought with part of what she inherited from her husband. She had recently acquired a pair of pruning shears to cut dry branches and round the treetops, and who did she call to cut them? Well, Spencer, her favorite nephew. The

cer was sitting next to her. They were in complete silence until they reached one of the mountains that belonged to Bridget's property. As soon as they arrived, i

om the waist down. He cut the dry branches and then cut them into pieces. After that, the man put the branches on the tractor and the two returned to Bridget's house, which was large, but did not match the fo

so that the heat from the f

head to toe, even though he'd worked in a raincoat. But he stopped feeling the moisture i

lunch wa

over the fire, looked a

se clothes off and put

erior motives, because for him, if it weren't like that, she wouldn't tell him to un

. Not a

air. Her aunt Bridget was quite distracted, enjoying herself stirring the food and putting wood on the stove. When she turned around and saw Spe

e to look a

ed by Spencer's q

to undress complete

widened as if she was scared. The thirty-year-old man thought he had made an idiot of his aunt, but no: an idiot she almo

undress if I didn't wa

ce and slapped Spencer again, this

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ut Bridget grabbed it with her teeth. He opened his eyes, saw the angry expression on h

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get rid of it. He then tried one more time. He kissed her again. This time, his tongue roamed

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get paid

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d another thing for her to take advantage of not paying for his service. He approached Bridget from

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tone of voice was, her aun

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ing to let his au

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ressed, leave, catch the first plane to Flori

fore she went to look for Spencer's pay money, for the weeks worked in her orchards, she said to herself: "These are things that the devil puts in the world to bother us!" Anyway, with or without an attempt to catch his aunt rig

that she was at her house in Florida and wanted to talk to him about go to work with her on winter break. He went to Bridget's house, which despite being closed for months, was still a very cozy house.

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nt straight to the kitchen. Spencer followed behind her, looking at her ass: a plump ass that was highlighted by her long red dress. On the table, there was a

nt to propose s

ured two glasses of whiskey, downed hers

hat envelope, for you to celebrate the end of the year with everyt

t, felt offended, but he a

auntie. I would pay to fuck you. Yo

eat of a naked man on my naked body, that's all