”I was crushed. My wife was a fucking whore, “Anybody else,” I asked?Rath gave me a straight, and I thought an honest appraisal, “That’s all... I know. Look Bass I just said what I did about your girls to hurt. I’m sure they’re yours. And Sarah, I think she’s sick. I mean in the head sick. I don’t want to make this worse for you, but us doing it was like nothing. I mean it was more about the talking. Sure we fucked, but we could’ve been having a coffee and eating donuts. It was that ‘matter of. An expression of pain appeared in her face but I started sucking her lips and slide my cock more. Now the insertion ended when it went inside completely and I started making strokes slowly.As an experienced hand I made it little easily but a complete sense of pleasure which I never felt before. Now the sexercise was done in a sweet rhythm and only sound of the creeks of cot and our own ahhh and hmmmm sounds. Now the frequency got increased and her legs rolled over by back and she held my body. This day was a Wednesday and as I walked in her friend, Audrey, was sat with her in the kitchen they were talking away.I’d been there around fifteen minutes when the phone rang, as grandma came off it she said “I’ll have to go to the shop I’ll be about an hour, you know where everything is Audrey make yourself at home”. Grandma was managing a charity shop. As she left I sat opposite Audrey and she was telling me about herself.She was 67, been widowed for six years but before her husband was a. John picked up immediately, “You ready, Honey?” I asked.“Yeah, I just got in bed. What do you want to talk about tonight?”I giggled, “We pretty much covered everything two people could do last Friday night.”“Yeah, we did take it to an extreme.” John chuckled, “But it did the trick.”“Oh, it sure did. I keep thinking back to that first night that you held me when I was so upset with myself. In a way, that was even sexier than what we did on Friday. What do you think, John?”“Yeah, I keep thinking.