Lauren stuck her head back in. “What do you mean ‘more fun’?” “Hold on a second.” Lena rushed to her closet and pulled out a canister of ...lube and a long, double sided dildo. “I haven’t used this in forever, and it’s clean! Go ahead and use it.” Lena said as she handed it to her daughter. “I have no idea how to use this mom. This might not be a good idea.” Lauren knew where this was going. “I’ll show you two then if you’d like, that is, if you don’t mind me being there.” Lena had an expression. In our office we had common washroom for girls and boys.The washroom was outside the door, you’ll walk through corridor and take left for washroom. Means I want to explain that one can go there alone to get some private moment when there is less crowd. So, after lunch we used to walk to washroom together for washing our hands etc.After washing her hand and all she regularly used to put lip gloss on her juicy lips which I used to stare. One day she asked me, why do you stare at it? Do you want. As she pulled on his cock she felt his fingers probe deeper and with more force causing her to pull even harder and squeeze tighter.The passion in him had risen to the point where he no longer was in control and there was little he could do to stop what happened now. Rolling over he quickly lifted her legs to his shoulder while his fingers on one hand parted her pussy the other hand guided his hard cock between them. As her pussy was wet with cum and her own sex juices his cock head easily. After four or five years of marriage, she got a back problem so we had to get separate beds. A year or two after that, she complained my snoring was so bad she wanted to move into the guest suite downstairs. Ya gotta understand this was all happenin’ so gradual I liked to not notice at all. It was just ever so often somethin’ would happen and I would stop and take stock. I wasn’t getting’ any younger – pushin’ forty, hair thinnin’, maybe a little beer belly. Life had been full of sunshine when.