”“No problem. It would be my pleasure.”I took a coffee and a doughnut and walked out of the facility and to Abigail’s apartment. Abigail was... one of the GILF’s that I had my eye on. She was a widower and a sexy woman who was in her late sixties. She lost her husband a few years back.She had short hair in a bob and a nice body. Her breasts were full and firm. She wore nice clothes and did her make up. She always put her hands in my groin. She liked when I complimented her and whispered in. I agreed that they could be very sexy and erotic. We were getting pretty dunk and he asked where my daughter was these days. "She is in college in San Francisco," I said, "which with her sex drive is a good place for her."He and I were now talking like we had been lifelong buddies, and he told me, "I always loved seeing your daughter, especially when she was swimming." I agreed with him that she was very easy to look at....she was about 5' tall.....like her mom....with very small, girlish. It is like having three personalities, and allows me to be very serious at times and to let myself go at other times.Dozie had been a good friend of both me and my husband for years, and was one of my strongest supporters when Rapuluchukwu died. Even through his divorce, about a year after my husband passed, he remained a close friend and supporter. Through all of those long, emotional conversations and sometimes late nights, he never once made a pass at me. He never acted like he was there. "Oh yeah, me too, let's give her our sperm," Chris replied.Both boys were frantically jerking their cocks, trying to cum first. Peter thought it was just so cool having one of his friends joining him in having sex with his mom. Soon they could hold it no longer and the first spurt hit her on her forehead and soon both boys unloaded their cum on her face. The hot cum soon covered her cheeks and nose; she opened her mouth, trying to catch it as it spurts seemed to never stop. Both boys kept.