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Giovanna decides to prepare a nice dinner for her husband but she doesn't know how to cook. She hired a helping hand and that turn into a kitchen fuck fest!



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New Blog: DIARYOFAMILF DIARY OF A MILF was actually a beautiful morning, cool and crisp, and the sun felt especially good on my face and my nipples. Even though I was nervous about my predicament I was still very turned on. I was afraid someone might come by and see me, but that idea actually revved me up even more. I was totally helpless, and while that wasn't a good thing if a bear wandered by, the idea of some hunky woodsman sauntering past and seeing me nude and shackled made me spread my legs wider. I wanted to touch myself, and I couldn't. "Goddam you Ben," I said bitterly. I was still picturing my fantasy flannel-clad lumberjack coming to ravish me when I heard it, the "clat, clat, clatter" of metal-on-metal. I whirled around, trying to determine where the sound was coming from. I squatted down as best I could, even though in the clearing I was as conspicuous as a bear walking on the freeway. A man on a mountain bike came flying down the hill. He wore a dark green helmet, wrap-around sunglasses, and a white T-shirt and black Lycra shorts. He pedaled right past me, eyes facing forward, and I thought he missed me. And then his head slowly turned to the right, his eyes took me in, and he braked so hard he almost flew over the handlebars.