As we talked Sophie begannibbling on Trent’s ear and kissing his neck, she wasalso running her hand across his chest. My wife, who isnormally ul...tra-conservative, surprised the hell out ofme by giggling and doing the same thing to me. Trent and I kept chatting conversationally as the womencontinued to absently run their hands over us and kissour necks, My cock was as hard as a rock under theblanket and I imagine Trent’s was as well, after a fewmoments of this, Sophie made a show of. I told her to relax in Urdu.Mark lifted the sheets and folded them down to her lower body. Just showing the slightest hint of a butt crack. Her butt made a nice mound under the sheets and her curves were not hidden from either of us. He poured some oil on her back and rubbed some on his hands. As soon as he started rubbing her back I saw her twitch. “Just relax” Mark said. He was standing towards her head side and started rubbing his hands across her back in straight motions, starting from her. The discovery that menopause hadn’t put sex on the shelf for her, that I had a woman who might actually welcome the idea of sex with me, caused me to react to her as sexy, even while I tried to hold the tensions down. The results were uneven. I tried to keep things formal, while my mind insisted upon evaluating her as a sex partner – and reporting that she passed muster. As a result, I found myself doing typically male appraisals of Connie, ogling her cleavage and other similar foolishness.. ..She sat down and they wiped her face and made her smile with several MaMa questions. She started to eat and her spoon was grabbed, she was being fed. She stopped them saying, “Come on, I can feed myself”. Two hours later she was taking her last load of 7 boys, for the morning, “MaMa”? She teared again answering “yes, my boy”. “the sex is good, I mean its fantastic, but you know we all really love you right”? She smiled to him replying “yes. I do and don't think that I don't love all of you.