I wasn’t sure how much more my jaw could take when Mrs Parslow finally stepped in, stuck a finger up her husband’s ass, grabbed his cock, and pump...ed it like a shotgun all over my face. What had suggested itself as the denouement, suddenly felt like it was never going to end. When it finally did, I barely dared open my eyes, but feared if I didn’t they’d end up glued shut. Breathing wasn’t any less fraught - a strand of cock sauce kept leaping up my nostril with each inhalation I forgot not to. She even said his thumb was playing with her asshole. She was worried that others might see.“How did that make you feel?” I asked. I could feel my erection growing.“I don’t know. I do have to admit that I did get a bit wet when he tried to finger me. And you know how I like to have my bottom played with.”“What do you want to do about it? I mean it was nice that you gave an old man, a veteran a thrill. I’m sure he hasn’t been with a woman since his wife died and that’s been a long time.”“Mmmm.”. "Michael didn’t say anything. I could see the puzzled look on his face. I didn’t know if he was mad that I would want to do that or if he was surprised that I would do it. I could tell by his mannerisms that he was becoming aroused both by the video and by what I had said.We continued to watch the video. I couldn’t help but comment on certain things the woman was doing.“She should take his cock in both hands and control its thrust into her mouth. That's how I would do it," I said.Michael smiled. Some great photos ensued. I put the camera down and the lads just stood starring. I undid her arms and ankles, lifted an ear muff from her ear and told her I was going to turn her over. Soon she was on her tummy and another pillow under her pussy. Her ass was now fully exposed and I indicated to the lads to in turn spread her ass cheeks and tongue her ass. They did as I said and then stood back to watch. Then it was my turn to climb onto the bed. Kneeling between her spread legs I positioned my.