I had barely hidden myself behind some bushes when there was a rustling and three faces peered round the bush at me, they were all sixth form girls, w...ell developed young women, I hesitate to use the term 'ladies' as they were anything but ladylike in their actions. Blinking in surprise I looked at the six grinning faces peering at me, where the hell the other three had come from was a mystery to me, but I didn't want to hang around to solve it, like a greyhound from a trap I was off and running. " If you say so."Slowly, he began unbuttoning the shirt, getting a handful of her saggy tits and sucking on each one. The last button came off leaving the shirt on for the moment as Richie focused more on Mildred's grey haired pussy. His wet tongue licked her pussy lips before exploring that pink flesh, still sweet enough to eat. The things he did with his tongue left Mildred rolling her eyes back and her pulse racing. Feeling his tongue now felt even more better than the first time she did.. However, just this one time, kind reader, I thought I might make an exception. I'd like to invite you to come along. There's room for two, in this old canoe—so hop in—we are about to get underway...No... , you don't need to help with the paddling, Let me take care of that. Memory River, this river you and I are now sailing on, is such a beautiful place. So all you need to do is relax and just enjoy the trip.Now... , If you will look off over on the left bank there, you can see the grass looks. One of the girls called her husband to meet us at the piano bar. We were all having a great time. Misty introduced me to her husband Jon and we shook. After 3 or 4 beers later + some tequila Jon was feeling no pain. He came and sat down beside me and another one of my coworkers Tera. Jon asked if I thought Misty was hot. Tera laughed and left. I looked at him and said yes I thought his wife was hot. Over the next hour he painted many pictures in my mind of Misty getting fucked, Misty.