She asked me to tell her if I and Brinda (my wife) were fine with each other. I was on the verge(not exited though), but just did not know what to tel...l. I then told her that after my son’s birth, my wife was not interested in me and it was daily chores for her all the time. This time I just put my had around mami’s arms from back and there was silence for sometime…god knows how long…maybe a few seconds/minutes. Then I don’t know what happened to me, I just got up and came near my mami’s knees. I hopped in.Let me tell you about Rita when i met her, she was 41, too hot for her age. She had brown hair, a perfectly toned face, amazing lips, enormous melon like breasts. 5'2" in height, so was short for me. She was a little bombshell aunty as you all would have looked at her.She was wearing a tight red top and a light blue jeans. When she turned around, all I ever noticed was how amazingly shaped her ass was and how thin her legs were. She must definitely be working out to have such a hot. The witches observed their handiwork with glee. A jock, looking big and muscled in his jersey, had a woman happily pinned to a wall as he hammered his relatively small cock into her. Beyond them was a small group of redheads thoroughly stripping each other while taking long sips from painted blood red lips. One woman kneeled not far away between two men, shifting her mouth from one cock to another as she sucked them to a completion that covered her face in milky white. Everywhere their eyes. Even if it is just over the internet.”“No, Chuck. I’m sorry. It’s just hard to explain” she told him, temporizing. She knew he’d probably not believe her, but, on the other hand, maybe she’d acted so weird that he might. But did she dare tell him the truth? It’s like, guys get so weird sometimes, she knew.“I get wet, not, the other thing, you know, hard” she finally said, sitting back and watching the screen for a long while, her heart in her throat even as she saw the indicator letting her.