So I planned everything correctly.Jaya was in kitchen and I went outside and locked all doors n windows. Then I went in kitchen and as usual I started... pressing her boobs. I continued and she kept doing her work. After sometime I slowly took my hand towards her pussy over her dress n started caressing it slowly. She did not stop me. So I continued it for a while and then I made her to keep her one leg on the table n I got some more access and I continued.After a while she realized and pushed me. They were rough and stiff between my legs."Do a little routine for me, I want to see you cheer..."As I pranced around my room I noticed Stacey's fingers moving faster andfaster. I noticed something else; she had the same look on her face asthe guys in my dream. She looked hungry. As I warmed up again I startedto feel the panties getting sticky between my legs. I thought of whatStacey had said, and imagined MY vagina getting wet as I performed forher. Finally after another fifteen minutes of. My first husband hardly counted. It was more than sixty years ago, and it barely lasted two years. He was my early training husband. I haven't thought about him in I don't know how long.Stan, my second husband, was the love of my life. He had been my best friend since childhood. We got married in our mid-twenties, and we didn't have nearly enough time together. He was sick for most of the twenty years we were together. He lived most of those years on borrowed time. As sick as he was, and even. "Well I haven't promised him anything but I said you were usually good at giving a bonus at certain times. I have not said what the bonus was." He smiled as he said that. At the same time kissing my neck and caressing mu breasts."Well lets get these nibble down and I we can keep on chatting and I will confirm one way or another whether I want him to cut the lawn"We sat nibbling and drinking and then we all had a second drink same as before, one beer, one pop and a large wine for myself.I was.