Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering al...l the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. ”Don’t both putting pants back on.” When he joined them a few minutes later they were sitting in the lounge with a glass of wine. Pete and Ginny were sat together on the settee. Larry went to sit on his usual armchair but Ginny patted the seat next to her. “Come and join us,” she told him. As he sat down Ginny put her wine glass down and reached out with her hands and took their cocks in her hands. “Hmmm, this is nice,” she said. “What more could a girl wish for?” Both men were starting to. Her bedroom has one of the security lights outside shining in so I can see just as if it were daylight. She sleeps through me moving the sheet and lifting her nightgown. She wears granny panties, which I find incredibly hot. I usually wack off on them and then find a towel in the hamper to wipe it off with. Then, I move the panties and let my eyes feast on the hairy, wrinkly pussy. I play with the gray hairs for a minute or two and then I finger the flesh. I have to lick my fingers to start. I was kissing his lips and sucking on his tongue to soothe him a little and make him feel what was being done to his tight young asshole was for his own good. He was also reciprocating his best but burning steel rod was branding his inside making him growl all along.The monster crammed up his ass gave him a pause for concern, he sure was ass virgin until a minute or two ago and now his ass was hosting a cock of solid 9 inches length and marvel of a thickness. My balls were squished hard on his.