As I got up to go to my own bed I said, “You’ll wanta continue this again in the morning after the folks are gone?” They both said, “Of course... we do! Try stopping us!”Our folks left for work at around 6:30 am the next morning, so the girls came into my room about 7 am so we could take up where we’d left off the night before. They were both already naked and looked so good as they came in, climbing into bed with me, one on each side, and once again they started stroking my already hard-throbbing. She’d had miscellaneous jobs, none of them highly skilled, over the years. Her sex life, never very much beyond vanilla, had come to a halt three years ago when diabetes took her husband’s ability away. Her interest didn’t disappear though and may have gotten stronger after menopause.That itching in her crotch annoyed her and she decided to do something about it. Logic said that since her husband couldn’t scratch it, and about half of the people you were surrounded by had the equipment to do. When she sucked my cock with ice in her mouth she could not believe my reaction - and erectionOver the next three weeks we fucked at least three times a day with all sorts of variations.Her first blow job was below par. “I have never ever sucked a man’s cock, teach me. Tell me what you want and like.” By the fourth day she had nailed it. Lips, tongue, fingers, lick, suck, blow, squeeze and twist with one hand while teasing and scratching my balls very lightly. Confirmed when she asked, “Do you. I guess that Anwyn will go wherever Gabby does now, or vice versa. Good for them,” the cop shocked us all by admitting his true feelings now.“Cadarn, eh? Isn’t that Welsh, much like Wathen, in fact,” I observed, stalling for time as I considered the nature of his proposition.“It is, in fact. Very clever of you to catch on, sir. I was born in Wales, as it happens. Long time ago, of course. Carmarthen in southern Wales, to be precise. Not surprised to find people of Welsh stock, of course, not in.