“Paul?”I paused for a second, to take a breath, before looking up into the very large bare belly of Erin Diane O’Dell. She bent over a little, l...ooking down at me over her bare, even more massive breasts, and baby belly.“I’m sorry, Sweetie, I didn’t mean to scare you.”“It’s OK, Sweetie, I was engrossed in the kids. That is just flat out freaky.”“What happened?”“Yeah, what happened?” Lynn spoke from behind our big blond wife.“Hi, Lover. Erin yelled ‘Here they come’ and the kids came waddling out. When I went to get some coffee later, Darlene came out in one of Aaron’s T-shirts. My cock immediately hardened as she smiled and walked towards me. I poured myself some coffee when Darlene came up beside me and put her hand on the small of my back. Her breasts rubbed against my arm and my cock swelled and oozed more. “Mmmm, can I have some of that?” “Of course you can.” I poured a cup for her and handed it to her. She was looking directly at my cock. “I like cream and sugar. Do you have any?. Her husband Bert had died two days before, leaving her uncertain how to carry on. And she couldn't retire for another seven years, longer if an increase in the retirement age was on the horizon, a plausible concern.Marla was strolling down the street one day when she found it, a beautiful, flawless diamond ring. She picked it up and put it on.As she arrived at work, she thought about her life. She'd had several great years, but those were behind her now. She was ready to enter the "golden. It was a threesome as you will read ahead. On the other hand the oldest, I bedded was her mother, who was 40 years old at that time.I have been asked and it is quite natural of skeptics to ask this question: How is it that I remember minute details of events that happened more than 35 years ago. One, I have a good memory and two; I have been ably supported due to my own early habit of writing diaries. Of course, the language in my diaries varies considerably from what will come up in my.