She was about 5’ 4”-ish, was heavy, had huge tits, but had a very pretty face. I put her as being from the upper midwest - Minnesota maybe, or Wis...consin. Definitely in her 60s. Like I said, heavy - heavier than I usually enjoy, unless it’s a hand or blow-job. But she had such an innocent face, pretty blue eyes, and full lips that I wanted to watch my BBC mushroom head pop in and out of.On one Home Depot check-out, I complimented her on her smile. She slightly blushed. She commented on my. Paul brought over a laptop to me and sat on the bed.“I’d like to show you a little vid,” he said, “to finish this session and show that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”Holding the screen for me, I saw Becky standing close to the camera and positioning it to point at the large bed behind her. Walking towards the door and wiggling that gorgeous tush as she went, I watched horrified as the door opened and in walked my husband.Reaching for his wallet, he handed Becky a fist of. He was dressed in shorts and a tank top. His body was well muscled and he looked so sweet, and so…! “You sure look good.” He said as his eyes went to my bosom and then back to me with a smile. “Do I look good, or do my boobs look good?” I chided him “You look good period. I just wish that I had my hand on those.” He said as he motioned toward my chest. “I do to. But right now, my brother is probably waking up and is going to. I wrote a note with my tongue “this cunt is mine and mine alone” and that's all it took. She tensed up like an English paper and I let her ride a finger I'd inserted just before the wave hit. When she finally relaxed enough to breathe, she still needed a minute. However, I didn't give her that minute, I wanted to work her pussy over while I had her.She feebly whispered a no but I pulled her legs apart anyway and slipped my bell end up and down of her lower lips, much to her chagrin. She.