Now at this point I was sporting a good sized boner. Clearly visible in my wet trunks. She went around the back of the couch towards my bed, where her... clothes were. I went around the couch and sat on the back. I crossed my arms and looked at her. She smirked at me.“I’m going to change. If you feel anything for me, or respect me at all, then you will keep your hands to yourself.”I smiled. “Ok.”She then reached behind her and undid the laces to her top and let it fall to the ground. Her perfect. His eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw how I was dressed and he knew what I needed. He picked me up and carried me back upstairs to the bedroom where he undressed and we laid down on the bed. The next hour was spent having some wild sex before we finally took a break. That’s when I told Ed about Ginny inviting us over to their house this weekend for a party. We talked it over and agreed that it might be fun and that we should go. After our talk I noticed that Ed was hard again and I. To be touched that way—it felt good.With her pelvis so tightly against his, Merilee could feel Len’s erection even through the denim of his jeans. Oh, it’d been months, over half a year, since she’d been with someone, and it suddenly felt even more like a torturous eternity. She tugged at his shirt, feeling for the top button without looking. When the shirt was gone Len reached for hers, tugging the t-shirt up and off to free her modest breasts. He enjoyed the sight of them for a moment before. I couldn't bare all in front of these.Surprisingly, and embarrassingly, both sexes were well represented. Nearly all were middle-aged or more and looking exceedingly worldly-wise.The men looked slobs. Bloated, semi-retired businessmen. The proverbial fat cats. They looked as though middle-age spread and over-indulgence had left them so lethargic that perving over young people was all the sex they could manage, or be bothered lifting a finger or elevating a penis for. But they were nothing like.