.. and especially as my ex was at her stunning best then, with a mane of crimson hair, pert little tits, long legs, a gorgeous ass and most of all, an... adventurous attitude.We had rented a holiday cottage in Devon, next door to a widowed man, let’s call him Maurice, who lived there permanently. Maurice was definitely in his 70s but tall and lean, well sun tanned, we got chatting over the fence and became quite friendly. After about five nights of the holiday my ex said to me that she found him. As I lifted myhead to stretch a bit she took the opportunity to introduceme to the young man. He was from down the street and they'dbeen fucking since he turned 18 several months before. Ithad started when she caught him masturbating in an old shedand asked him if he needed some help. My neck was too sore by then to continue what I had beendoing. So she had me get on my back and we got into a sixty nine position. I pulled her down and went back tolicking and sucking while her mouth did. She came out wearing her old cheerleading outfit. It looked outrageously hot on her. She spun around and the skirt floated up. I could see the skimpy underpants she had on. Then she did a split in the middle of the floor, legs akimbo, cunt visible through the opaque panties. Joan asked, "You like?" I nodded yes and we headed for Percy Warner Park. The park is huge and has several ball fields. At the park we found her classmates. Several of them wolf whistled at Joan's outfit and a few of them. The scent of sex seemed to surround her wherever she went and I could easily picture her face looking up at me as I rode her flanks without any sense of pity for her uncomfortable position.On my most recent visit to the Johnson's, I took Jennie right over the kitchen sink looking out at the two children playing in the back yard on the swings. She was grunting each time I buried my salami and she lifted her lips to my face offering her tongue to me in complete submission as I plumbed the depths.