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02 Eylül 2023, 14:09
If you were to look in the dictionary under 'Golden-haired MILF' and 'Ball-busting Cougar' you might very well find a picture of Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson alongside. For her age, she had a formidable figure that was the envy of her close friends, and enemies alike.Fifty is not an 'F' word, rather it is 'fitty' with one word changed. The very 'fit' Lady Penelope, now of that age, oozed sophistication and sex appeal and her male admirers became dizzied by her hotness. The voluptuous strawberry blonde could make the most impotent man's dick stand to attention just by the sound of her underwear dropping to the floor.Penny sucked cock and ate pussy as if it were her last meal on Earth. She felt no guilt or shame, only a helpless obsession with sexual activity. Since the death of her husband, the late Sir Hugh Williamson, Lady Penelope had the means and wherewithal to fulfill her wildest dreams and fantasies. Even when they had married in her twentieth year, her husband had never been able to keep up with her in the bedroom. He was twenty years older than she, presumably. It had been the cause of much tension in the marriage but then came along two daughters and they had put to bed any issues as they raised the children. Penelope had played away from home on the odd occasion, unable to hide her desire for the pleasure of the flesh, nor the sly opportunity to explore her sexuality with others.xHer husband's ancestral home was Williamson Manor, and it dated back to when Britain was ruled by feudal lords. It had been refurbished in 2010 and was now a sumptuous mansion with tapestried walls and an ornate sculptured ceiling. In the basement, there had been Sir Hugh's extensive wine cellar, since transformed into a special playroom for Penny. Since its installation, she could probably fill a book with all the seedy exploits she had experienced. Her husband, having long ago lost interest in the physical side of their relationship, turned a blind eye to her infidelity. She laughed to herself when she recalled the very first time she had formally 'christened' the room.xIt had been a dull affair at Lord and Lady Ponsonby's soiree back in 2011. Penelope had then turned forty and had felt thoroughly miserable at the thought of approaching middle age. Utterly bored and feeling sorry for herself, she had found herself eying up two young fellows who looked decidedly out of place. They stayed away from the guests and even appeared a little gay as they cozied up in one corner."May I ask, Lady Ponsonby, who might those two characters be?"The stuffy sixty-year-old peered hard through thick spectacles and picked out the men."Oh, don't mind those two. They are working on the old wing. Decorators you know, what?""I see."As Penelope continued to look openly in their direction, it became blindingly obvious to them that they were being scrutinised. Sure enough, they began to look at her with what can only be described as lecherous glances. Indeed, on this evening, Lady Penelope had dressed in her fortieth birthday Portia