Surrounded by grey shapes in soft focus that were clearly headstones; this was without doubt The Winsome Widow herself.An old man seated beneath the p...ortrait cleared his throat and, even though nobody had been talking, a deeper hush fell over the gathering as if everybody had stopped breathing. Clearly the oldest in the room, he looked to be at least eighty; Riley himself may have been the next most senior, although he was easily twenty years this man's junior. Looking around, I also noticed. Her breasts were large for her petite frame and she had definite badonkadonk action going on. Some of the ladies found a table and ordered their drinks. The others, including the one that caught Ken's eye, headed for the ladies' room. He waited with anticipation for them to return while he finished his drink and ordered another. Once they did return, he was very pleasantly surprised as they all were either wearing bikinis or skimpy tops and Daisy Dukes. The one he was interested in was wearing. I immediately jammed my fat dick into her mouth, pushing it in as far as I could until she made this little high-pitched grunting sound. I pulled out and wetly cock-slapped her cheek while telling her to be a good girl or else.I jammed my dick into her face again and this time was able to get the entire unit into her wet, sucking mouth with her nose and forehead jammed hard up against my belly. I could feel her tongue snake out of her stretched-tight lips and swish back & forth sideways along. She massaged her clitoris imaging Peter’s cock poised to enter. She tentatively moved the banana to the entry point. It felt great! She carefully thrust it home, visualizing what could have been had she elected to stay the night before. That day both Peter and Sarah were very busy. All she had opportunity to do was to mouth ‘Thank you’ to him across the room. After supper she found him in the bar at the table in the corner. Miss bubbly had found him too. Peter waved Sarah over with both arms..