I clearly passed his scrutiny and was ushered up to their suite where I was introduced to Kirstie; a petite woman with a faded evidence of good looks ...in her prime but having worn well for what I guessed was someone in her late seventies or early eighties. Given Stan’s obvious liberty with his age this came as no surprise to me and anyway knocking a few years off ones age is a common device in the swinging worldA slightly awkward conversation followed hampered by Kirstie’s significant hearing. Casey looked at the sharp outline of the hard cock bulging against the thin shorts and sheer pantyhose. She could clearly see the balls separated by the seam of the stockings, the shaft pressed to the side, the flair of the cock head.She pressed her face to the knob and kissed it lightly. "Well sweetheart, I see we're going to have a problem hiding this little monster" she laughed. Not that Bob had a monster. On the contrary it was probably slightly small, but in Casey's view was perfectly. On an impulse, he withdrew his cock, slick with Arabella’s cunt juices, and pressed it against the dark pucker of her anus.“No, not there,” gasped Arabella, but Kevin took no notice. Never before had he even contemplated taking his wife up the arse, but now the thought of it almost made him come on the spot, and he lunged forward, his cock burying itself deep in her back passage. Arabella shrieked and her sphincter contracted, clutching him tight, but he slowly withdrew before thrusting back,. " "Oh, Mother, you say such silly things." He took his hand and slid it down my stomach, and he began to stroke my clitoris. "Marcus, NO, you shouldn't touch your Mother there! Stop!" I started flailing again, in vain trying to escape. But I felt the orgasm coming physically, even though I tried to suppress any pleasure I was getting from this. As he continued his thrusting with his penis, stroking me, rubbing my breasts, I felt the orgasm coming on. Feeling his muscular body pressed.