I moved my hand to stroke her leg as I got to her knee, raising her dress up so I could feel her pussy, I got there and touched the outside of her kni...ckers, she moaned as well as pushed back on my cock, she was protesting saying this is not right but her body was saying something differently. I decided to get my fingers inside the elastic of her nickers and was met with a pussy that was soaking wet, my finger hit her clitoris by accident but it was sticking out and she said my god you’re so. He said I needed to make a decision. He can’t go on sharing me with someone who doesn’t care for him.”She turned to Jane and said, “I told you this would happen if I asked him, but no, you had to keep pushing me and pushing me.”Jane started crying, “But I love you, and I need you, I don’t want to share you.”I asked Pauline, “Who’s more important to you? Because from what I understand, you still love your husband, and he loves you enough to be willing to share you with Jane. But while I’m sure. She asked if I had noticed her flashing her knickers and I had to confess I had. She walked over to me and started to kiss me passionately, forcing her tongue into my mouth.My hands moved up the back of her naked legs and grabbed a firm arse cheek in each hand. God she felt beautiful with smooth skin. We continued to kiss as I moved my hand around and started to rub her pussy through her knickers. She let out a soft moan so I pulled them down so I could feel her wet pussy and rubbed my finger. "You have perhaps the biggest penis here," he says. "Congratulations." So what now?" I ask. "You put me in the ... What did you call them?Cunting panties?" Is that what you fear?" I don't give a shit, you asshole. I'm 65 and I've fucked a good bit.I'm too tired too fuck anymore most days. So you want to give me a cunt?Fine. I sit down to pee anyway."He laughs. Some of the men laugh too."I will not cunt you, Mr. Miller," he says. "You are the father of Kat,and your son is perhaps soon a winner.