I've got into the habit of sitting outside the shop in my disabled buggy, when the weather's fine anyway, smoking a couple of cigarettes, watching the... antics of the shoppers as they play dodgems in the car park, and talking to any friends or acquaintances that happen to walk by. No, the buggy's not disabled, that's me, old and decrepit.Of course, in the summertime, there's the added attraction of all the nubile young ladies! There's the horsey ones, in tight jodhpurs, young mums in tight jeans,. " I checked to see how she was handling my dirty language and the way I was giving her orders and I saw that she was flushed and her eye-lids were drooping almost closed. She seemed to be panting a bit and I was sure that she was wound right up with excitement.When she had rolled onto her back I threw the covers off and flicked on the main lights before I crawled to the foot of the bed and in between her spread legs. I finished up with my face only a few inches from her crotch and I finally got. No matter what, she was always up for it. I stuck my tongue out, parted her butts wider and gave a wet sloppy lick in her ass crack. Mom hissed.It turned me manic, and I started devouring her ass. Kissing her ass hole. Mom arched her back, pushing her ass towards me. My face was now completely buried inside it. As I licked her ass hole, I put my hands around her waist. With one hand, I rubbed her clit.The other moved up inside her nightie to my mom’s juicy breasts. Taking hold of one of those,. I knew what he was going to say, willed him to say it. “Do you want to?” he finally asked. I looked at him. There was fear in his face, fear that what he had said might be angrily rejected, might ruin our budding friendship. But there was also desire, intense desire, and go-for-broke look that I kind of admired. “Yes,” I said. He stood up, picked up a towel, turned and headed for the rocks. I grabbed two beers and followed him. He moved faster than I did, and well before I got close to.