Every few minutes, he would switch off, stretching over to caress Cherrill's sexy, sweaty torso just as he had with Vicky. He couldn't think of a time... when he'd been more satisfied that he was right now.Then he was asleep – asleep, yet awake, and watching his lovely wife, who suddenly looked much younger, making love to a fiery young phoenix, whose body was actually giving off enough heat that she glowed, even in the bright sunlight with which he and the girls were suddenly surrounded."What's. Anyway as Stephen Stills once famously wrote … ‘If you can’t be with the one you love - love the one you’re with’. ‘Mmm … your panties smell nice Aunt Joan’‘You shouldn’t be sniffing your auntie’s knickers’ ‘Sorry Aunt Joan I couldn’t help it, I love the smell of panties’‘You’re such a naughty boy Bill … what am I going to do with you’?I ran my fingers lightly through her hair, over her shoulders and down her back. I then moved to her lower calves and worked my way up and over her thighs. The. Hank the Bartender was right. She did have a cute ass. A real cute ass. An even better one than Shawna's come to think of it. By God, I had had some fun with her ass once upon a time. It was an interest that had become an obsession at times for I had spent many an hour worshipping it in oh so many special ways. I looked across the bar to see a stranger staring back at me. I raised my glass and the stranger raised his in perfect symmetry. Where had I - we - gone wrong? Never mix business with. ” And Mel patted the cushion next to her and invited Evelyn to sit down besides here.“Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable?” I said, “While I fix us some drinks.” I'm not sure leaving them alone together was a great idea, but sometimes you just have to let things take their course.When I got back with the drinks, it was clear that everything was going to be just fine. They were both giggling about something and while Mel's hand was on Evelyn's thigh, Evelyn was stroking Mel's blonde.