It was certainly something that will always stick with me.The ceramic shop closed at 5pm on Saturday, and Granny and Michelle and I went to Dairy Quee...n for dinner. Michelle informed us she was going to stay at her friend's house, Jevetta. (No, I can't make up a name like that... Her family was from Kentucky, and I always thought Jevetta was a little slow).I think Judy had already started moving out. I didn't even see her all day Saturday. We finished dinner, and watched the news. I went up. Then I felt it, her warm pussy wrapped itself around my cock as she started to ride me hard thrusting down on me like she hadn’t had a good fuck in ages. She moaned and screamed wildly as was I for another 10 minutes before we changed positions and she bent over the bed. I shoved my cock right back into her and thrusted into her hard as I felt her warm juices and wonderful tight pussy clamp down on me hard. We continued to fuck for another 15 minutes before she stopped me to change positions. Now lust and old bittersweet memories blinded me.When we met the following summer, our "old friends" hug, tentative at first, my hand stroking her back lightly, morphed after only the tiniest hesitation into something else, our lips glued together, forever, it seemed like, our arms tight around each other and our bodies pressed together. I was in love again. Or lust. Or something. I was also limp, but I ignored that.Despite my confusion, and fogged with yearning while ignoring the irony of. " Oh, I do. But it's just too frustrating for me, Harold," she explained. "I do love to have a mouthful of prick--but my poor cunt feels so neglected and abandoned when I'm blowing. I simply can't give head for very long while my pussy is empty." Damn!" Harold snorted. "I don't see what I can do about that. I only got one prick." If only there were another prick available," said Helen wistfully. "Then I could suck you as long as you wanted me to." You mean--another man? A threesome?" he asked.