I am Sylvia a forty-five year old widow after my much older husband died three years ago. My parents were Danish so I have inherited their tall, slim ...bearing and my mother’s good looks. My girlfriends tell me I still have a very good body, smooth skin, an hour glass figure and I modestly agree. When some of my girlfriends regaled me with stories of their sex lives I realised I have a lot of catching up to do and have missed out on lots of sexual excitement.“I want to extend my sexual boundaries. We need to complete what we have started.Sheila: Not here, wear your clothes and come to my room.Saying that she fixed her swim suit and left to her room. I wore my shorts and headed for her room. She pulled me in and was stark naked. Her nipples were of dark brown color and big. I took them in my hands and squeezed them both. She let out a loud moan, aaahhh be gentle Rishi, oohh. I started sucking her lips and put a finger in her pussy. It was clean and had little hairs. I bit her lips. She. The two women walked in with an air of menace about them. They were not the type that would be intimidated by any man. Both were attired in leather trousers and jackets, the latter done up so that it was impossible to see if they wore anything under it.As if they knew me, they walked straight to the booth and sat down. My normally relaxed demeanour evaporated as I looked at them. Both had short blond hair. Their faces were pretty, and I am sure that you would have found them attractive if you. He flinched but not much. She went back to his head and nuzzled him, and kissed his snout. She looked back to this crotch, saw the tip still out and returned for a lick this time. No flinch. This time she put her lips over the tip and kissed it. She was so hot. She knew she was dripping. She went back to his head looking into his eyes. He seemed to be returning the look. She lay next to him, took his head in her hands, and kissed his nose, then his mouth. Just a kiss. Then she opened her mouth.