I stroked and watched the woman suck his cock. After several minutes, the woman turned her face toward me as she sucked the man. I smiled at her then.... She smiled back. I watched her smile slide up and down his shaft. I reached into my open pants and pulled my balls out so she could see them. She smiled again, her face lighting up. The woman reached up and touched the man on his shoulder.He looked over at me for the first time and said, "My wife would like to suck your cock." I told him I. I always had the impression that pictures were meant to capture a moment and remind you, to trigger the memory. That picture is my only memory of that moment in time, that experience. It is black licorice that triggers my most vivid memory. Not just any black licorice, definitely not the popular ropes that most associate with the candy. The ones I mean are the small tidbits that look like two fluffy pillows stuck together, black on the outside but rich brown when pulled apart. They are actually. Jase rode to the address of his boyhood home in what was formerly a quite comfortable section of town and tied up at the hitch rack out front by the boardwalk.The large, ornate door knocker was still there, and on impulse, Jase used it rather than just walk in to surprise everyone. The door was answered by a maid.Funny, thought Jase, we don't have a maid, never did and sure couldn't afford one now. What's going on here now?"May I be of help?" asked the girl, politely."I'd like to come in,". Her face literally only had a few "laugh" wrinkles.Like Aunt Pat, Grandma was wearing shorts, but these ones were even shorter than Aunt Pat's. Grandma's shorts stopped just about 2 inches below her asscheeks. I thought "damn Grandma has a great looking ass too." She was wearing t shirt that did very little to hid the two huge melons inside. With the slightest movement they moved like to uncontrolled beach balls.They were perfectly rounded and barely had any sag in them for being 62 years old..