I made coffee, took my shower, got dressed and at eight o'clock I called my brother's house. He answered and I asked him if Ann was there and he said ...she was and I asked him to have her come to the phone. There was a long pause and in the background I heard Ann say:"I don't want to talk to him" and then my brother say, "You have to talk to him. It's not your fault and he'll know that."When Ann came to the phone I told her that Bess wasn't at home, "She was riding with you Ann, what's going. It excited me greatly. It was my favorite fantasy. Their balls were relaxed and hung down under their soft cocks; they looked bigger on both men in that position. The sight of their cocks and balls made me begin to get wet between my legs thinking of them jerking off for me as I watched them. I wondered?Like I stated before, my greatest turn on is to see a guy’s cock soft and relaxed hanging down like these cocks were doing. Each man sat on the edge of the chair drinking and talking about what. Then she placed her hands on my head, too, so she practically forced me to relish her melons. I failed to let my tongue out just yet, but I felt the joy of her boobs, unlike any previous lady I had been with since my wife."Yes, we don't need to tell our daughters that their forty-ish moms are still horny. They'll understand, but not like it, though. We can keep it a secret, I promise, Savannah," she moaned, feeling the back half of my body.Her hands felt to be smooth as silk, and she gave me. Her head flailed up and she gave a gruntal screaming sound out and her entire body shook like an earth quake of huge magnitude as the elder woman fumbled with the long straw like strange instrument. Then shoved it even deeper, Making the Mom go totally bezerk now her head slinging about as her whole body shook even greater. The elder priestess now leaned her head down and blew "into" the planted straw, sending no one knows what substance up into the very end depths of the Moms.